Every night that we went out and did something a felony was involved for years depending on what we were carrying. I lived through those years. And this was in the "safe" suburban environment that would take the speed line to visit the crazy Philly environment. Or the big wheeled pickup trucks into the pine barrens.

I could easily pull out a few movies that would fit right into the genre and I'm sure you could too.

But the s*** that they pretended to do on MASH is next level body snatcher stuff. Let's drug out this person and steal his blood in the middle of the night. Let's manipulate this gaslighting situation where a person's career would be destroyed or they could have this carrot incentive and guide them through the interaction.

The primary lesson to be learned is that if you are at the top of your profession and somebody depends on you for life and death stuff you can play God and do anything a damn well please. Everything else is a side show.

Those '80s movies were real world to me. Doing s*** like this in a medical war zone is not. Yet they made a sitcom out of it. And a series of training films for budding sociopaths.

Be really good in bed. Provide lots of orgasms. I'm not one of those tall athletic people. I was barely a bit cute. So I had to have enough "game" to seduce once and then they enjoy. Keep them coming back for more. Show concrete difference between what I could do versus what any other guy did by default. Bad sex was the default. Something tells me it still is for most people.

On the other hand, when I was married and I wore a wedding band women would hit on me all the time. And then I stopped wearing a wedding band (it simply annoyed my finger and got caught occasionally) and they stopped hitting on me. So at that point I knew the women were just in it for the sex like I was in those days. And women love to steal guys from other women. They are really competitive at it. If another woman "blessed" a guy as relationship material then he was a target. That was an educational experience.

I wear a wedding band now and occasionally shoe away the random woman. I smile at the wedding band. Really, if I wasn't married I jump on you in a second. I don't want to damage her ego. But I'm married to the right one and I'm not going to do that.

The peeping Tom portion is straight scary stalking. I seem to recall my favorite of the genre would be national Lampoon's animal House. Bluto on a ladder is the best.

https://youtu.be/H-_gQMO8tp8

I never thought I could get away with the subterfuge portion so I never tried it. That piece was really stupid and too easy to get caught anyway.

But yes, that style of attempting to fool people and rape via fraud is a common theme in many stories of the day. Lying and gaslighting was the norm. As it has been for centuries.

As has been trying to get the sex object drunk, which is essentially the same as handing them a roofie or equivalent nowadays. Certain drugs mean a drop in inhibitions. If they wanted a specific drug, I'm happy to provide. Here, have a quaalude, enjoy. But not Bill Cosby style. I wanted recognition as being the provider of that perfect feeling. I'm not slipping anything to anyone without them knowing it. That stuff costs money and I was having sex with them anyway. This just added a bonus level.

In those days my animal attitude was to share something that would enable me to get into their mind. We would already be having sex at that point so it was more of sharing something like pot for a turn-on or something like LSD for a deep day's discussion, because sex on LSD is so-so. Lousy without an emotional connection and still a pain in the ass even with a deep connection. Mushrooms are much better but mushrooms were rare in those days.

Lying is the norm historically and is currently. Most people are lying bastards by default. Just now people lie on their profiles.

I lied to my wife but never my girlfriend. Never tell a girlfriend you love her and you're leaving your wife for her. That's just a setup for disaster. At least that wife, not the current right one.