That particular fear has failed to materialise so far. I had a couple of lady horticulturalists in my garden yesterday and they couldn't have been less interested.
These have been my findings also. In recent years I have been chopping and changing bikes with gay abandon, looking for the one that will make me irresistable to panting nymphomaniacs (like in the films). It has been elusive thus far. It is out there, I know it.
