What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her

I had a flashback today to my university years and a conversation that I had with one of my housemates at the time. I don’t remember the exact time of the year but the days were definitely getting shorter. It was a pretty eventful time really. We were preparing for examinations (Three of us were anyway) and there was a lot of “personal turmoil” going on. I was becoming more and more of a recluse at the time, a knock on effect from the unhappiness I was experiencing as a girl who I very much cared for had began getting serious with another man. I suppose it didn’t help that I and another housemate were both very single and for a very long time while our two other housemates were in relationships. One of them, a very nice guy was spending a lot of time with his girlfriend (now wife) while the other was seeing a girl himself. This guy – he was always a bit strange. He liked to think of himself as quite edgy and cool; he listened to rock music and liked to wear lots of leather and latex. A poser basically. But anyway. He was dating this girl called Fiona (not her real name) who from all accounts was a really nice girl. 

Apparently, he had made his mind up that she was the girl he wanted and he relentlessly pursued her till she gave in. They also had a threesome on my friends mattress with some other random girl (it was early in their relationship and he, well, he lifted my friend’s mattress out of his bedroom, took it into the lounge and did it there – why they couldn’t use his own bed I will never know..). It was a strange deal though. As I understand it, she was quite impressionable and he had convinced her to do this threesome deal but afterwards should had reservations he wanted something serious which he told her he did so the officially became exclusive. 

So they were dating. And after the end of the first semester, we all went back home to our families. Apparently over the holidays, Mr Poser had put an advert out over the internet that he was looking for models and had even visited them at their homes. I thought it was suspect at the time but as I was not around – I gave him the benefit of the doubt. After the holidays, we get back and go back to our regular studies. One night, one of my other housemates and I come back to our house and no one seems to be home. So we head upstairs and unpack and just chill following the long day. Suddenly Poser’s door opens and out he comes with his shirt off and a woman we haven’t seen before. She says hello and seems okay but leaves quite quickly and he comes upstairs to say hey. 

He tells us her name was “Elmo”.  I’m not joking. Elmo. He tells all about how he met her at his college and how she seems really cool. Apparently she has a boyfriend but he happily shared with us that he had sex with her. 
“Yeah, I can’t see it becoming anything” he exclaimed. “She’s fun but she’s got a really crap taste in music. Her sister is quite hot though”. Intrigued, I apologise saying that I hadn’t realised that he had broken up with Fiona. He hadn’t. He said that it is what it is and that he wasn’t going to say no when the opportunity came about. We had a long chat (all three of us, including my other housemate) about the situation. While we both disagreed, he argued that the issue with cheating has nothing to do with morality. “Sex  is sex” he would say. And it didn’t have to be coupled with any feeling. He believed (and on all accounts still believes) that cheating is only bad if it hurts somebodies feelings. And as he and the girl he just slept with will never tell Fiona, she would never get hurt. So it’s fine. After all, in his mind, he would still be the same considerate and doting boyfriend. They will still do stuff together. He will still be there for her. He just does that in addition to sleeping with other people. 

As someone who values fidelity, I struggled with this logic. I asked him if he would be okay if the roles were reversed. How would HE feel if FIONA was sleeping with other guys all the time while she was telling him she loved him. He said he’d be fine with it himself. And anyway, if he didn’t know about it, and it didn’t affect their relationship, so what? I couldn’t help but find flaws in his argument. 

Now, I have always been quite a dedicated/loyal sort of guy. I had my first real little crush when I was 9/10 and then another small crush at 10/11 before really liking someone aged 11/12. This girl I really liked and for the entire time I liked her, I couldn’t look at another girl. In fact, when I was 13, there was a girl in my class who had a crush on me and she got her friend to ask me out. I gallantly replied “I’m sorry but I’m in love with someone else”. I carried on having this crush well until I was 16 where I decided that I should try broadening my horizons and proceeded to fancy a lot of people each day. I think at that point I just wanted a girlfriend. Then when I was 18 and went to uni, I fell in love and that time, I was really messed up. I literally couldn’t look at another woman for years and when I tried, the memory of her came back, even despite friends trying to set me up. So yeah, I’ve always found it hard to be invested in someone and look at someone else. I guess part of that is that my parents have been happily married for years and I have always strived to have the same. He on the other hand, had his parents break up when he was young though his Dad married again and had a settled family so I don’t know if they had anything to do with it. For me, it has always been straightforward though. If you love someone, you do everything you can to make them happy AND you don’t do anything that can hurt them. And whether or whether not she knows about it, if your actions could or maybe I should say would hurt them, then it’s not right. Being with other people is not being devoted. Perhaps that’s why marriages fail so often because people don’t know what they are getting into?

Regardless, if you are not devoted to someone, you shouldn’t be married to them. Which is why to this day I am shocked they ended up getting married. I know he cheated on her countless times and I know she has no idea. Funnily enough, given that he knew I struggled with my conscience, he did his best to limit her and I getting to know one another until we finished uni and then we’d talk on what was the old MSN messenger. And I then did get to know her. Which then made it all the harder knowing what he was getting up to when he asked me to be his best man. He said that he really wanted me to do the honour. When he asked, I thought about it but I eventually declined. I never told him directly why but there could have been no way that I could have ever supported the wedding. Not long after I declined his offer, I began to distance myself from him and not long after, I stopped speaking with him all together. 

As I understand it, they are still together now. So perhaps he was right. But regardless, I will never be that person.

Thigh gaps and bikini bridges

I have heard some crazy things in my time but the latest one to catch my attention is this craze about women having thigh gaps and what can only be referred to as a “bikini bridge”. And honestly, I’m quite bemused, appalled and flabbergasted all at the same time.

Here is why…

I first came across the theory of the bikini bridge and indeed the “attractiveness” of the thigh gap on a TV show called Naked Attraction on the UK TV channel, Channel 4. The show, presented by Anna Richardson, has a clothed man or woman select two contestants from six naked men or women whose bodies and then faces are revealed in stages from the feet up. He or she then takes of their clothes to select one of the two finalists to go on a clothed date. Now, I don’t get shocked too easily but this show blew me away. Never before had I ever seen something so superficial. I mean, literally a woman would eliminate a man from the competition for his penis being too small or a woman being eliminated by a man for her lady bits sticking out too much. There is no way you can watch this show without feeling a million times more self conscious about yourself. And hey, I already hate my body! But anyway, so there was this one guy in the episode I did watch who was looking at his selection of girls and giving some rather intriguing reasons why he wanted to eliminate each girl. And while I won’t bore you with every answer, one took me by surprise.  He eliminated one girl because she didn’t have a gap between her thighs.

Now apparently this is a thing even though I couldn’t quite believe what I was hearing. The guy on the show said that women with gaps in between their thighs are more flexible and better in bed. Further research into this craze led me to Wikipedia which stated that “The idea of the thigh gap received widespread news coverage in December 2012 after the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show which featured several models with thin thighs. Images of thigh gaps featured in “thinspiration” blogs and across social networking sites. The Twitter account Cara’s Thigh Gap was started which used images of Cara Delevingne as an example of thigh gaps.”


I mean, okay, I have heard women talk about their thunder thighs before – something I have never truly understood – but this all seems a bit mad.

My research however led me further into the dark abyss of body shaming.

Bring on the bikini bridge. No, I can’t believe this is actually a thing but it is. This term apparently originates from as recent as 2009 and is defined as when bikini bottoms are suspended between hip bones, causing a space between the bikini and the lower abdomen. It started off as a hoax that got all too real when fake endorsements from celebrities such as Harry Styles and Justin Bieber made girls want to have this ridiculous look. Newsflash, it has no benefits whatsoever.

Girls, I’m going to let you into a secret. Thick thighs are not a bad thing. And nobody cares about bikini bridges. Trust me, if you are in a bikini, no guy with half a brain is going to be thinking “I wonder if she has a bikini bridge”. Actually thick thighs are REALLY SEXY. Little Mix recently performed “Shout out to my Ex” live on TV and all the girls bared their thighs. Each of them are of different proportions and not one of them looked unattractive. Far from it!

Basically, this comes back to a fundamental point that I have hammered home time and time again on my blog and that is that beauty should not be categorised as some object preset that all girls (and guys) should aspire to. Of course, some people will have preferences and the reasons behind that are intriguing. Indeed, a question whether this is a natural attraction or whether this is brainwashed into us from an early age as to what we should like. Body shape has no indication on what sort of a partner that person will be, how giving and understanding they will be. You could have the most “beautiful” woman in the world but if she is selfish and uncaring, she’s going to be a pretty shoddy partner. Body shape is no indication of how good a protector that person will be. After all, we don’t live in the Stone Age and a man doesn’t require brute strength to be “the man”. Frankly, if you want a meat head, that’s fine but I might be busy when you require something technical doing. Sorry about that. But more importantly, beauty and “perfection” comes in all shapes and sizes. When I think about my ideal partner, I don’t think about thigh gaps, perfectly flat stomachs or bikini bridges. Frankly, if she is in a bikini full stop, I’d be very excited regardless of the dimensions. It wouldn’t be about perfect cup sizes or big butts. But it would be able the moments we share and the intimacy that we have. If I can find a woman that cares about me enough to share her time with me, go through trials and tribulations together and generally be there for one another. To meet someone who I can connect with on every level, then I can guarantee you she will be the sexiest thing in my world. I have no schematic for that. In fact, the gap in between her thighs is the last of my concern. Lol, I realise I’m rambling here somewhat but you get my point, right? At the end of the day, everyone has beauty. The things that make them unattractive are usually not even physical. They are habits, actions and personalities. They are how that person chooses to be. These are the things that matter, at least to me. But maybe that’s why I’m single?  Who knows?

Either way, I will love you and leave you.

My best,


P.S. Marilyn Monroe never had a thigh gap and she is considered one of the most beautiful women of all time…

Would you date an OBESE person?

Recently, I’ve been reading some very interesting articles as well as Reddit posts and Yahoo Q&As on a topic close to my heart. As someone who has always struggled with his weight, I have always found it difficult to form intimate relationships with people of the opposite sex. You see, you get this idea that you are worthless; that you are unable to attract women because you are fat and half the time you don’t even bother trying. It’s tough. However, my experiences as a singleton are far from unique. In 2011, 70,000 men were polled by ASK and Cosmopolitan Magazine indicated that nearly half of the men they polled would dump their girlfriend if she was “fat” while nearly 25% of women polled would dump their partner if they got fat. It’s really a rather disturbing statistic. 

I was wondering what your thoughts were on dating someone that was overweight. I don’t want to get too serious about the whole situation or play the proverbial violin. I realise you ladies don’t want to get squashed making love after all! (Though you do know that the guy doesn’t have to go on top!). But it’s a hard one. I realise that initial attraction and attraction in general is more than just a personality thing. You can find a person to be enchanting, inspirational, brilliant and so forth but that doesn’t mean that you want to sleep with them. Physical attraction isn’t something that you can completely ignore. I understand this. Yet, I find myself quite bitter about it anyway. I guess it’s partly because of the stigma attached with being a fat person. If you are fat, then people think you are lazy or that you don’t care about yourself or your appearance. They think that all you do is eat junk food. In many ways, they treat you like a subhuman. I’ve been walking down the street before and I’ve had someone wind down their windows just to make fun of me or to throw something at me. Yes, I am 20 stone. Am I happy about this? No. Is it because I’m lazy? No. Actually, in 2012, I became extremely unwell. I ended up in critical care in fact. I lost nearly 7 stone in weight and was at a great natural weight. But then, as the months went on, so did the medications – medications that I needed to get through the day. Sadly, the consequence of this was some quite heavy weight gain. And now that I find it hard to exercise vigorously because of my health, the fact that these drugs negatively affect my metabolism means that I have gained substantial weight. Does it make me look attractive? Okay, probably not. But when people use that as a reason not to be with you, it sucks. Like I said though, I DO understand. I really do. It’s an attraction thing and you can’t ignore it. Plus I have a big nose ha ha so that can’t help. 

I do really love this “body positivity” movement though. Just check the Body Positive Babe who has a blog here. I have the utmost admiration for her and her confidence. Her photos also do little good for my blood pressure too I should add! But I wish I had her confidence. People shouldn’t be ashamed of how they look! I think that it’s important that people stay healthy, and I mean that not to impress others but purely for longevity. But then again, it’s your life and you can choose what to do with it. However, the idea that people would dump their partner just because they were too heavy makes me very sad. It’s the implication that your weight is such an important factor to someone that they would again use it as a reason not to be with you. It’s not really that fantastic a romance is it? It’s saying – “you were fun to be around but now you are chunky I’m no longer interested”. How do these people survive pregnancy?

It’s not too surprising that people think romance is dead these days. The great love stories of old spoke nothing of true love that was maintained by a treadmill. Imagine Romeo and Juiliet…”Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night. ” – unless she gets fat, then I’ll be off alright!

What I’m really saying in the end is that while I understand that people say there is a need for an attraction, or even a physical attraction, is this attraction really that binary? Should every man look like Jared Leto and every woman look like Beyoncé? Is attraction really that straightforward? Can it be measured by the definition of your abdominal muscles or by the size of your breasts? I really hope we don’t live in a world that superficial. 

Devoted woman who will not leave her paralysed partner’s side. 

I heard another heartwarming story today that I wanted to share with you all. This one comes from Guangxi in China. 

The tragic but heartwarming story  is of a 27-year-old woman, who patiently looks after her fiancé after he had become paralyzed following a work-related accident. 

Liao Mingpei, got to know her fiance, Jiang Pengfei, in 2009 when she worked in Guangxi’s Baise city. And not long after that, the two fell in love. 

The couple did not have the easiest of times either. Because of bizarre circumstances, the couple were not allowed to tie the knot. Apparently, for some unexplained reason, Jiang’s age was registered on his hukou as three years younger than his real age. And if you weren’t aware, China’s Marital Law dictates that men have to be 22 years old to get married, while women must be 20. This caused further issues when Liao became pregnant and their daughter was born out of wedlock.

Sadly, things took an even sharper turn for the worse in August of 2015. Jiang was badly injured and became paralyzed after a piece of metal fell onto his head at work, damaging his skull. The family exhausted their savings to pay for his medical care, which put them 120,000 yuan in debt. According to the Shanghaiist, Jiang is also not fully conscious. 

In a cruel world, Liao could have just picked up her daughter and walked out on Jiang. Indeed, this is the same world where Newt Gingrich served his wife divorce papers the day after she had an operation to remove tumours. But no, Liao remained dedicated to her partner. Indeed, she has patiently looked after Jiang every day afterward. When he needs to drink water, she gives him an injection. When he needs to get something out of his throat, she turns him over to one side and pats his back. Furthermore, each day, Liao and Jiang’s mother also hike up into the mountains to collect herbs. After they come back home, they boil the herbs and help Jiang take a bath.

To this day, Liao dreams that one day Jiang will wake up and they will hold their daughter’s hands and shoot a series of wedding photos. When questioned by reporters, Liao beautifully stated that “A day together as ‘one’ means endless devotion for the rest of your life.”

Here’s wishing that Jiang makes a full recovery and that one day this couple can have the wedding photos that had always hoped they’d have. 

What do I want in a partner?

You know, one thing that I have never had a problem with is finding someone physically attractive. I don’t mean that I’m easy. I just mean that usually, there is always something about a person that is attractive, whether it be a nice smile or pretty eyes or even a nice pair of legs. I think most people are actually pretty good looking. 
It’s what is inside that makes the difference. 

I’m sure a lot of you will tut or sigh and say that this is just a line but it’s the honest truth. In fact, if you put a dating app in front of me and asked me to go just based on pictures, I would likely easily pick numerous girls that I’d be interested in on a preliminary basis. I definitely wouldn’t use a person’s skin colour, shape or bra size as a reason not to be with someone. If you connect with someone, you often find that all the superficial things tend to just melt away and vanish into nothingness. 

I always found with online dating that I could message 7 or 8 people and get into a conversation with them and end up having no attraction to them purely based on personality. Like I said, most people are pretty. And while the initial attraction might bring me to the dance, it’s the conversation and shared goals and feelings that will keep me sticking around. 

It’s the chemistry that I crave. I think I’m a warm person and if you and I get on, chases on that we’ll slow cook nicely.  I love talking about this that and everything else and if you can maintain that conversation, then you’d probably get me intrigued. Obviously this automatically locks out when I’m in a relationship but I’m like a mobile phone searching for a router to connect with. 

I think it’s my philosophy on women and dating that scares me about how I am perceived. Indeed, there are a small portion of people that you are instantly unattracted to. It might be a vibe they give or perhaps they just give the impression that they don’t care about how they come across or don’t even make an effort to be presentable.  And no, I’m not saying dolly up but if you are out to date someone, you know, you at least hope that that person doesn’t look like they’ve not showered in three weeks.  But I digress. What scares me if I am in that minority of the population that no one sees any redeeming personal or physical attraction to. I know that  not good looking – this worries me and scares me all at the same time. I ask myself if anyone will ever be attracted to me. It seems so unlikely. 

But I’m just looking for someone that I don’t have to feel like I’m straining to enjoy the company of. Someone who I can be myself around and not worry that something I will do or say might be offensive or seem stupid. I want someone who inspires me to be the best me possible. Someone who I can lie in bed with at night and just talk about anything and everything with. I want someone who I can share my life with and share adventures with. I feel like I’m wanting a lot by wanting this but I want to feel like I’m connected to someone. That’s what confuses me about how people date sometimes. I feel like they can pick people up and put them down. I want someone who if I experience something cool, I can text them or call them right away because I want to share that with them. I want to experience that closeness. Not someone who is like a new hobby. And I know I know, you won’t always share everything in common but to me, the dream is finding someone who you want and to do as much as possible with. 

I don’t know if I’m delusional or a dreamer or a romantic or whatever. I just know I haven’t found what I’m looking for. And hey, it’s tough. 

Oh you want ATTITUDE? Ok. 

So I’m lying here on my bed following my daily perusal of WordPress and I’m thinking that some people really have very bad attitudes. I’m not just referring to the people that think they are “gangsta” either though I’ll never get why speaking like you have the mental age of an 8 year old when you are 20 is something to proud. I kid of course, yo peeps be bangin’ fo reel. 

Anyway, so here I am reading through and part of me wonders about how many people are just talk and how many of these people mean what they say. Or if they mean it, would they say it should they be brought up on it in the flesh. Now to be clear, I’m not making a pop at the mentally ill or the lonely people. I know you lot have it hard, trust me I can relate. But I do wonder about those who spend their time putting down other people or those who continuously blow smoke up their arses. It’s like, you want to know why you are single? Maybe it’s because you treat each person you meet with contempt. Now I’m not saying that every person on the planet is Barrack Obama type of cool. They aren’t. Sadly. But just because people aren’t eloquent in how they put themselves forwards or fashionable, doesn’t make them people without emotions or feeling. If you tell a guy who approaches you that he’s a joke or you make fun of him, it might make you feel good but it’s pretty hard on them. Remember, every time someone puts themselves out there, by whatever means, they are really putting themselves on the line. They deserve at the least, in the most part, with some dignity and respect. I think to myself, how would I feel if someone wrote about my attempt to get to know someone on WordPress, Facebook or Twitter. Honestly, I’d feel humiliated. And no, I’m not saying that I’ve ever been a creep but if someone called me a joke or that my attempt was a joke or that I dressed badly or whatever, I would hurt. Maybe I have too thin a skin? Possibly. I just think it’s unfair. 

But back to my point, it’s funny but people have this attitude that they are owed everything instaneously and they can treat people in whatever way they like in the process. Any attempt to garner their attention is sized up and the responses can be cold or brutal. These people will come out and say things like “I prefer to be brutally honest”. Yet I see brutal honesty often as a reason to be just be mean in a justifiable way. Half the time, I think they should ask themselves, how would you feel if you were treated the same way? I’m sure they BS their way out of it by saying they’d be fine or that it wouldn’t happen to them but you know it would burn more than they’d prefer to admit. 

It saddens me though that people act in such a way. There is definitely a lack of respect that people have for each other. I don’t quite know why but it’s really not flattering. At times like this, part of me is glad that I’m alone if the alternative is being with someone so egomaniacal. 

Dating Profiles and “Selling” Yourself

I wanted to spend some time today reflecting on something I have made a conscientious effort on over the last couple of years – online dating. These days, I think it’s pretty common. Meeting people isn’t easy is it and online dating offers you a way of broadening your selection. Even as little as five years ago, I couldn’t have imagined doing it but everything changed in 2015 after a most random conversation with my Mum. 

Dating has never been easy for me. When I was younger, I always developed feelings for people far too easy. Or I’d get close to someone and grow attached and I’d bottle that feeling up because I was afraid of rejection. At school, I had a major crush on the same girl for 7 years. Then when I went to university for my first degree, I fell in love for the first time and that became one hell of a crazy ride. I won’t go into the specifics but it didn’t end well and I ended up deeply in love with a person who had fallen for someone else and it took me quite some time to even accept or get used to that. I became very reserved after that, even more so than I was before and I only really snapped out of that 7 years later. And even so, it hit me hard when I heard she got married and more so when she had her first baby. But I digress. 

So anyway, I had a chat with my Mum and she said I should give it a go. I was sceptical. You see, four years ago, I became rather sick. Not like the flu style sick but life altering long term kind of sickness. I became mostly housebound, which meant less socialising and meeting new people. My means of meeting potential Mrs David had vanished. After a few years, my dear sweet Mum told me that I should try out online dating, which I swear was driven partially out of her desire for grandchildren. But anyway, I agreed and I signed up for Match.com at first. I was really excited but also afraid. You see, being sick meant that my body has changed drastically. At first, I lost 98 lbs in the space of some 4 months. Then, when I got put on treatment, my weight piled back on. These days I am majorly out of shape (not that I ever was in great shape mind you) and this meant that my photos were not as fetching as Joe Blogs topless with his six pack. The fact is, I could never sell myself well. My pictures were unremarkable. I’m a fat guy with a big nose. I’m also not particularly exciting. Sure, I have hobbies but being housebound means that I’m not exactly going to be able to go rock climbing or skydiving or whatever else the crazy kids of today are up to. Basically I’m a bit of a homebody. That doesn’t really match up with active tall dark and handsome. So how do you sell yourself in that position? 

After many months of rejection and insults, I called my time on online dating quits. It was a failed experiment but one that I had to see for myself. For many years, people told me that I’ve got to just put myself out there and I’d meet someone and I did and it didn’t work. Now I know that a guy like me is never going to find it easy in this game. 

So what does a guy like me do?

You fakers!!!!

Interesting little story from the Daily Mirror today. It’s about women who are vocal in bed and what it REALLY means. 

A recent study looked into how vocal women are during sex at Indiana University and what it means. 

“There isn’t a lot of research in this area,” said Kristen Mark, a sexuality researcher at Indiana University told CNN , “but we’re bombarded with images through mainstream media that tell us moaning is associated with orgasm and sexual pleasure.”

“So it would be a fairly wise faking strategy to moan since men already tend to associate moaning with orgasm.”

So what are we saying here? Are we saying that every loud orgasm is faked? Or is it possible for a loud vocalisation to actually represent pleasure?

In 2011, Gayle Brewer of the University of Central Lancashire and Colin Hendrie of the University of Leeds published their research on the topic in Archives of Sexual Behavior

In the study, 71 sexually active heterosexual women aged between 18 and 48 were asked questions about making noise during sex. Many of the women had admitted to being vocal during sex but also admitted that is wasn’t an indication of pleasure. 
In fact, 66% of the women said that their loud vocalisations (known better as copulatory vocalisations) were to spur on their partner to climax and bring things to an end.  Interestingly, 87% future explained their motivation was to boost their partner’s self-esteem.

If this news wasn’t concerning enough for men, the study highlighted that the odds having a loud orgasm because of penetrative sex decrease.

In fact, the study came to the conclusion that “While female orgasms were most commonly experienced during foreplay, copulatory vocalisations were reported to be made most often before and simultaneously with male ejaculation.”  Furthermore, the participants of the study ADMITTED that they actually made noise to “RELIEVE BOREDOM” in addition to just being fatigued and/or experiencing pain or  discomfort. 

So I have to say to these lady participants, all those who said that you faked it to boost your partners’ confidence, let’s just hope they didn’t read this. 

It also makes we wonder about a girl I knew from University. She often used to come out of her room in the morning and apologise to us in case she was too loud. But if she was faking it, why didn’t she tone it down slightly? I mean, think of us who are trying to sleep damn it! NOT COOL! I guess it is also a sign that GENTLEMAN, MAKE SURE YOU GET INVOLVED IN FOREPLAY! Women have needs too and if you don’t help them out, then they may even stop faking it!!

You have been warned!

Sex leads to spirituality in men…

Yesterday, the Sunday Mirror in the United Kingdom shared a story of immense proportion.

The leading paper for hard fact journalism highlighted the work of researchers at Duke University in the United States which claims the release of oxytocin during sex (also know as the “cuddle chemical”) could potentially inspire the belief, or even strengthen the belief in God or a higher power.

Personally, if it’s that good, I’d suggest you put a ring on it.

But anyway, the article (Which is available HERE) goes on to state that “women produce more oxytocin then men, but Duke University hasn’t yet studied its affects on female godliness.” So who knows if sex may be almighty for all genders. It makes you wonder about the whole celibacy thing being a good idea too if it sex strengthens your faith.

As a side note: my favourite part of the article is the figure legends where it says “couple having sex”. I’m glad they cleared that up for us then…

Let me know your thoughts folks!