At least, that’s what a new study reveals which was conducted between 2002 and 2006 on college campuses across the country.

According to the study, men who are “well-muscled” are way more likely to have more sexual partners and more flings than their compatriots who are less brawny (but perhaps more brainy?) The article also points out that these muscle men are twice as likely to have affairs with women who are married or in serious relationships.

All of to which I respond, “no shit!”

Of course women are more likely to be physically attracted to well-built, machine-like guys! The act of sex, while encompassing any number of emotions, is an inherently physical act. If a girl is choosing a guy for a hot night of passion, what girl wouldn’t choose the beautiful sculpture of a man with abs of steel, rippling pecs and bulging biceps over the beer-bellied guy who looked like he could have posed for Picasso, with jiggling love handles and hair growing out of places never before thought possible? Your average girl is gonna take the Adonis every day the week and twice on Thursdays. And you know what? Despite not falling into the muscle-man category, I don’t blame you girls in the slightest. Read More »

There’s nothing more exciting than meeting a guy with whom you click. The chemistry is set, the sparks ignite, and the wheels are in motion for what could be an actual, meaningful relationship. For once. However, something I’ve noticed, and my friends have noticed, is a gradual shift just after the beginning stages of courtship. Something happens. Something bad.

When you first meet a guy, he is taken by you. He is wooed. You have wooed him! That’s so Old English of you. But don’t jump on your high horse yet, lady. This is all part of his master plan.

He says, “It’s so refreshing to meet some one like you. I really connect with you. You’re not like all the other girls I’ve met – you’re smart. You’re special.”

This is the stage in which he says he’ll call you at eight o’clock, and he calls you at eight o’clock. Maybe a minute sooner. He asks you out on Monday for a date on Friday. He’s like an eager puppy, and feminists will hate this, but it’s quite empowering. And the best part is, you don’t really care either way – yet. This odd male behavior continues for a while, maybe a month or so. But then, disaster strikes. You start to like him – a lot. And it’s not like he has lost interest, but something has definitely….changed. You were the one sitting high on the seesaw, and now the weight has shifted. Now he’s got the one-up and you’re struggling to reclaim your spot on top (in the most non-sexual way, of course). Read More »