On one occasion, the Buddha said to the monks this:
"No other form do I know, O monks, that so persists in obsessing the mind of a man as the form of a woman. The form of a woman persists in obsessing the mind of a man.
two night in a row I lay in bed with angina and takde the nitro and listen to the pain and the squeezing, feeling ill...noticing I'm alone in this bed of mine...but what else would you do with it...but be there? it's the missing that cries, not the doing.