Are You a Breast or Leg man?

Whilst I was at the gym today I got thinking about a question a female friend asked me a while back – "Why are men so obsessed with our breasts?"

Why I suddenly though about this is a different matter, but when you’re swimming a mile, other than remembering how many lengths you’ve done, there’s not really much else to think about (although there is the occasional distraction – as I mentioned in my previous blog). Anyway, at the time I couldn’t think of any answer and the response of “we just are” didn’t really help answer her question. So, with plenty of time to think about it I set to work.

And what is my scientific response? Well, I think our obsession is not an obsession at all. It’s all down to our ancient hunter/gatherer makeup and, like a peacock showing off its plumage or monkey showing off its bright red arse in the hope of attracting a mate, we automatically look for a mate that will have the healthy ability to feed our offspring.

But oddly enough, that’s not what concerned me the most as it got me thinking about just what features a woman looks for in a man. Since pretty much every profile on Match.com states that they’re looking for a man with a good sense of humour, it got me wondering whether the genetic makeup of women has been the only one to evolve from the Stone Age. I mean, what use is a sense of humour when a Sabre Toothed Tiger is attacking you? Do you tell it a joke in the hope it will stop mauling you and start laughing instead? It’s all very confusing.

BTW, I had a reply to one of my messages. It was only the typical automated one of “Thanks for writing to me, but unfortunately, we're just not a good match. Good luck in your search!”. Oh well, at least they bothered to reply.