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.
Not the dew that rests on the leaf we do not know each other but when the light shines on it it sparkle before my eye right then, just for a moment we know each other. This is a moment i remember so long ago.