Why Men Are Attracted To The Female Form

A Scientific Analysis

I have to confess I am as much a victim of being attracted to the female formas the next man. And I am still not entirely sure why. Sure I've read around the subject some, but I really do not feel much the wiser for it. Yes I can understand the visual and tactile pleasure of the female flesh. And yes I accept that it is probably something to do with my mother breast feeding me as a babe in arms. But what the hell that has got to do with causing me to have an involuntary erectile reaction I'm blowed if I know, unless of course you subscribe to the Freudian idea of the Oedipal complex. Still, making out with your mom aside, that does not explain the correlation between a woman's body and a male reaction. If anything it is Pavlovian at least in practice. Somebody suggested cultural mores and tribal inculcation. But I think it goes deeper than that. It has to be something to do with pre-programmed male neurones, in the gene making stage, sending signals to the muscles.

"Neurons (also called neurones or nerve cells) are the fundamental units of the brain and nervous system, the cells responsible for receiving sensory input from the external world, for sending motor commands to our muscles, and for transforming and relaying the electrical signals at every step in between."

And here is one of the little blighters that cause all men to lose all sense of logical thinking at the merest sight of a double D cup pair of puppies fighting to escape a woman's bare covering.

Here's the thing. Us men really do not have any control over our natural born instincts to become aroused at the sight of a pair of boobies.We have somehow been pre-programmed to react in that way. We are supposed to react that way so that the synapses can do their stuff and get the man good and ready for some horizontal pro-creational erotic sport.

Given that a man and woman's singular raison d'être is the perpetuation of the species, it stands to reason that a man is a victim to the egocentricity of his neurones. Of course, we cannot simply deflect all responsibility to our neurones. There has to be some sort of self control in order to ensure that we don't all spend all day sat on our asses simply, not to say pleasurably, indulging the nerve endings of our gentitalia. But not everybody can resist the temptation. The mind can be weak when the physical impulse is so strong. Let's face it, what chance has a man when such a sublime experience is on offer, or at least temptingly close you can almost feel it, or them not to put too fine a point on it.

Now I have to confess, that my second ex-wife had a rather large pair of hooters. And although that was not the first thing I was attracted to, it certainly played its part. The problem was, as is often the case, that whilst a large pair of female breasts are supposed to indicate wholesomeness and nourishment, it does not always follow that the owner of such appendages is a good person. I was not the first, and for sure I will not be the last, to have been lead astray by the glory of a healthy cleavage. Mesmerised by such fleshy adornments, I was blinded to the fact that the person they were decorating was very far indeed from a nice person. Enough. I made my bed and I had to sleep in it, for good or for ill.

My final word on this matter is that men really do have to be very careful about being entranced by those mountainous orbs. For between those hillocks can lie the valley of death.Instead one should look into a woman's eyes, for they are the windows to her soul and can reveal a great deal about her as a person. If you can just take your lustful eyes off her chest for a few moments, you may live to rejoice rather than lament the day you ever set eyes on those twin marvels she conceals beneath her blouse, which make you as weak in the mind as they do in the knees.