I think for man, even more than an untouched body the deepest attraction is to a virginity of heart. Man is an innately possessive creature, he wishes for his woman to be uniquely his in all conceivable ways without the scent of other men lingering on her. A woman who has never romantically desired, liked nor entertained another man can be seen as special in that she was created for him, because he was the exception for her - the one man she chose amongst men she never chose, the only man she let in when she never let in others, the one man she admired when she never admired others. She never risked herself for other men. She saw herself as something to be given fully and truly once and only once, without breaking herself into tiny pieces and offering up the shards. But a woman who has desired, entertained and been with men before cannot be convincingly thought of in the same way. She is far less serious, seasonal, recreational - the true man can never see her in the way she would like to be seen - he can never admire and revere her in the way she would like him to, because she has cheapened herself in his eyes. She has liked other men before, which means she could like other men again. What is so special about you? The belief she was made specifically for you and could never love any but you cannot be plausibly maintained, and so within that something special is lost. This more than anything is the love of womanly purity in its purest and most reverent form. To be the exception to her rules beyond comparison, rather than cheapened into a reference point amongst many, for a woman to truly see her man as uniquely beautiful in a way she has never seen others - to be incomparable is to be made sacred, and within that sacredness a depth of spiritual reverence and true love is born that otherwise cannot be. Contemporary man is poor at articulating this despite its resonance with him, and the modern woman really undervalues and downplays the importance of this - in truly understanding the depth of this - in saving herself for the one man she would call her husband without subjecting him to the indignity of other men permeating her psyche, for she typically wastes herself and thus approaches this from the position of wanting to deceive man for self-gain, rather than truly wanting to give her perfect man the purest and most undiluted best of herself. It is in woman’s failure to preserve herself and to take things too far with men who by all rights were never serious marriage candidates or true lovers that she tries to ameliorate her crime, hide it, downplay it, make defensive equivocating claims and comparisons about men needing to save themselves too that the tainted woman tries to “level the playing field.” But none of these shenanigans fundamentally spiritually change anything, for even if a woman is able to win a few social brownie points with this rhetoric, the underlying nature of man remains stubbornly the same: he wants a woman he can call his own, and the only woman who can truly be called his is the one who has never loved nor been touched deeply by a man who wasn’t him. And so for man, it is very simple: a woman who saved herself for him will always be in a category far above the ones who didn’t. The fastest way for a woman to lose her competitive edge in winning the man she wants for herself then is to, through her own actions, show him she is capable of loving any but him. To imagine you with another man should be impossible, for Eve was made for Adam and Adam alone.