There is a certain mode of thinking about sex that brings beauty.  Its not a frustrated, longing, lustful type of thinking.  Its a playful, fun, generous, "I'm a player" sort of attitude.

A while back I noticed that I had an odd reaction when I would see an attractive woman wearing a short skirt or similarly aesthetic attire and in particular if she exuded confidence.  I would mutter profanities under my breath and feel a short burst of a sort of desperate longing.  I noticed that I formed no images of any sort of pleasant union with the beautiful woman, rather, I just an empty discomfort. 

One day, I decided to picture making love with every woman I saw.  My profanities disappeared, I was calm and happy and most surprisingly those women began to offer up the warmest smiles I had seen from strangers.  I have no idea what is going on but it is certainly more pleasant than my previous reaction.

My assessment is that this slightly unusual endevour is harmless and healthy and that it seems to enhance the beauty of the targets of my (sometimes all to vivid) imagination.  Should I seek professional help?