The study of male sexuality really should have ended in 1989. Nearly 70 percent of men agreed to visit the lady's apartment, and 75 percent accepted the sexual proposition. Another checked his mental calendar and said he couldn't today but what about tomorrow.
That year psychologists Russell Clark and Elaine Hatfield reported the results of a social experiment conducted on the campus of Florida State University. Another who refused on account of being married apologized for having to refuse on account of being married.
I must stress here to my girlfriend and mother that I do not do this to admire the view. But another part of me likes to observe the reactions we—we're a caravan, now—receive from the menfolk we pass.
To walk this way is to witness the spasmodic necks and detoured eyes and high-pitched whistled salutes and deep, perfumed inhalations and even, at times, affected indifference that together form the grand choreography of male desire.
The ladies all told their guy they'd seen him around campus. The study seemed to confirm every stereotype anyone ever held about what men want (for the purposes of this article, what heterosexual men want). Like finding out who drinks "lots of pulp" Tropicana. What psychologists discovered is that underneath the simplicity, we men can be surprisingly complicated. But we don't always want a slender frame and sharp curves. We want to say "I love you" before you do, some of us; we want to race you to love, and win.