androstadienone
The study conducted last year involved 48 undergraduate women who took 20 sniffs from a bottle containing androstadienone, a compound found in male perspiration and other bodily secretions.
Hmm. Instead of flowers or chocolate this V day I think I'll just bottle up some of my sweat. I know she'll be thrilled!
Why do you think I spend 10-hours a weeks at the gym?
And how did they measure that?
Okay, so as a female I will address this matter. Ahem.
Well sure a guy's smell can be a turn-on. And I'll tell you how I know. First, a caveat, a guy's smell does NOT mean the stinky stuff...just his natural smell.
So how do I know this? Let that guy be gone, either permanently or temporarily from his lady's life and his smell is still in the bed!
I could smell the guy smells for weeks, even months, after a break-up...in one case the actual death of my spouse.
It always smells good too. It smells just like HIM. Yeah...a guy has his own smell and my nose could always identify it.
Humans are animals after all. I don't know why studies like this surprise anyone, frankly.
This is why I never wipe off the stairmaster when I'm done with it -- to get chicks, duh. :O)
Wasn't that the whole idea behind that '70s perfume Musk? How many of you bought bottles of that stuff? As if people didn't get sweaty enough at the disco. It was stinky.
And to quote my beloved wife: YUCK!
Oh Norm, you sexy thang.
Tell me something that most of us didn't know.
LOL
Romans used to recover male sweat and market it.
Nothing under the sun is new.
News? Hasn't anyone heard of pheromones and studies on them before?
In fact, years ago, Jovan used to sell a men's colonge called 'Andros" or something similar that the company claimed was pheromone based.
I bought a case. I'm now down to my last bottle.
Last weekend I had to fly to Sioux Falls to take care of a personal matter. I went to T.F. Green, cleared security, boarded the plane to Chicago, and took my seat. As I began to settle in, I glanced up and saw the most beautiful woman walking down the aisle. She headed straight for me and got into the seat next to mine.
I said, “Hello.” And helped he put her carry-on bag into the overhead compartment. She asked where I was headed. I told her I was bound for Sioux Falls to take care of some business. I then asked her if she was traveling for business or pleasure.
She turned, smiled, and said, “Business, I’m going to the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Chicago.”
I swallowed hard not knowing what to say. Here was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen sitting next to me and she was going to a meeting for nymphomaniacs! I struggled to maintain my composure. I asked as calmly as I could, “What’s your
business role at the convention?”
“I am the lead lecturer,” she responded. “My lecture is based on information I learned in my own personal experiences that debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality.”
“Really?” I asked. “And what kinds of myths have you debunked?”
“Well,” she explained, “one popular myth is that African-American men are the most well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is the men of Scottish descent that are the best. I have also discovered that the lover with the absolutely best stamina is the Southern Redneck.”
Suddenly the woman became a little uncomfortable and blushed. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I shouldn’t really be discussing all this with you. I don’t even know your name.”
“Let me introduce myself. I am Tonto, Tonto McTavish” but all my friends call me Bubba.”
Wait a sec. You're telling me girls LIKE it when the big fat sweatty guy in the tank top sits next to them on an airliner? I refuse to accept that.
Forget all the sweating, just give me a bottle of syntetic androstadienone.
Best headline ever.
:)
... it's still unclear how it affects their behavior, Wyart said.
"Humans are more complex," she said. "You cannot expect them to have stereotypical responses like rodents."
So always remember, ladies...don't sweat the petty things, pet the sweaty things.