IT'S NO ASSURANCE!

I met a friend last week who told me she had just dumped her boyfriend. Just six months ago she couldn't stop talking about this stud boyfriend. Indeed he was one - great bod, nice hair, well a nice package. Can't say too much about his personality since I only met him once and we didn't talk much. Anyway, I figured they were the perfect match.

Agnes, 43, was always one who would insist that she just couldn't get enough sex and wanted someone who could fuel her insatiable need for the nasty. So when Elliot, 33, a former male model and Aussie of Moroccan mix, came along sexy and all, it seemed like a match made in sexual heaven.

So much for that notion.

Apparently, he (and I quote) "couldn't fuck to make his mama proud!" Doesn't sound quite right but that's how Agnes put it. All the meat and bulk on his body didn't mean anything for his ability or lack of, in bed. "He sucks!" She would repeat herself constantly.

So when Agnes later introduced her new boyfriend, I was kinda taken aback. He was 44 - wasn't fat or anything like that, but neither was he quite a hot bod. Now for as long as I've known her, she always had her hand around the bulging biceps of some hot stud. So this was totally out of character for her.

When I asked, she said she was tired of being disappointed by guys, whose bodies promise so much bang and fire but end up just smoking the place with utter disappointment.

I suppose weighing in with my experience, I have to agree.

Young woman will probably be swooning over such men - you know the kind - tall, with a carved body and a six-pack to show for their long hours at the gym. But as you mature, you start to realize that what matters i.e. good screwing, is not assured.

While it may be nice to see and touch, I'm not really taken in by all those false indications of masculinity the way I define it. I used to but not anymore. Even the male models these days - while they appear all tone and tight, they do look a tad too feminine for my liking and I've worked with many like this. Where are all the tough, sporty (not necessarily muscular) manly men?

Take Agnes's new man - admittedly not a head-turner by any measure, but he is (I'm told) a total animal in bed who leaves her panting and begging for him to stop. Coming from her, that is really something. She has since turned her attention to those who can provide quality in bed and not quantity in muscle mass.

For me, it's a turn off - not so much by the muscles but by the raised egos that accompany such men who think so highly of themselves. It is usually a package - work out in the gym, get a super bod and become a total moron. Granted not all are, I'll go out on a limb to say that most are.

Missus Singapore out!