Women at peak fertility tend to have a stronger preference for sexually desirable men, many past studies have shown. An open question, however, is whether these variations affect women's long-term relationships. Psychologists at the University of California, Los Angeles, gave 65 women in committed relationships a questionnaire to assess their feelings about their partnerships at different times of the month. Results indicate that on high-fertility days, women who considered their partners less sexually desirable felt less close to them and were more critical of their faults. Women with more sexually desirable partners, on the other hand, felt more satisfied with their relationship and closer to their partner on high-fertility days.Yet another reason why religiously conservative women in particular should marry men they find wildly attractive, since I'm going to go out on a limb and assume this refers to women who are not taking hormonal birth control. Men are visual, ho hum. Women are nicer to men they find attractive. Science!
That's not to say all women want to date guys who look like this sleazo:
Women find all kinds of weird things attractive, and ladies don't give their secrets away, but I will say I once had a pretty big crush on a GSI* who would show up to his 8 am office hour smelling like soap and with dewy raindrops in his still-damp hair. I had a lot of questions about the Aeneid that semester.
I never understood what "visual" meant, anyway, unless it's that men's attraction to women is less complicated than women's is to men, but that's no reason why women's attraction should be taken less seriously. It's also a reason why, as hard as it may be, a guy shouldn't take a woman's rejection too personally, since it's mostly about how good we are smelling genetic compatibility, anyway.
Once I said on a discussion board that men from cold climates are more attractive, which was a subtle slam at California dudes (just kidding--I love you guys!) an even more subtle slam at a psychopath I knew from Florida, and an ode to the glowing, lovely-beyond-words, untouched-by-the-sun skin of the men I met in Glasgow. I was also working up to a joke about how shovelling snow builds both character and defined arm muscles, but before I could say so, everyone had a fit because they thought I was saying something racist. Figure that one out.
I miss those message board days. My life is so tame now, especially since I'm taking a break from dating, which I guess is why I'm sitting at home alone waxing lyrical about male pulchritude.
*TA, for all you plebs.