Who is better in bed-plain or pretty women

WHAT does he see in her? It is a comment commonly stated- and perhaps you have at least thought it yourself- when you see a good looking man out with a plain looking woman.

But, then, you don't see this sight often. If a good looking dude has a woman who is not a knock-out, she's probably in his bed and he would probably be in a hurry to get back to her.

He may or may not love her but one thing is sure - he is with her because she is a tigress in bed and he cannot get enough of her.

Chances are, he is married - to a good looker he is proud to take out while his plain mistress waits for his phone call. His phone call will come, for as long as he can keep up the double life without having a double coronary

His pretty wife will be good at entertaining, raising the children, ironing his shirts, organising his life. Everything that is, except bedroom gymnastics.

Why? Because she doesn't have to be. She just has to bat her beautiful eyelids and the man moths will fly to her in droves. Then she has her choice. Long ago, from the time her breasts started sprouting and her lips pouting, she knew she had the goods to get the man she wanted.

But did her man get the woman he thought he was getting? Somehow men think that beauty in women equates to competency between the sheets.

They confuse sensuality with sexuality. She may be sensual in the way she moves and gives the come-hither look but they are just ploys to hook her prey.

Get this woman-who-has-it-all into bed and she will stretch out seductively, displaying her desirable body and - that's it. Now, that's not to say the man would want any more than that - in the beginning. But, if men are honest, they would say that they get bored with women who are dead fish in bed, looking up at the ceiling as their lovers do all the work.

The sex bomb of 20th century, Marilyn Monroe, reportedly did not enjoy sex - she mostly enjoyed the effect she had on men. Her men tended to love her and leave her while men who had no chance of knowing the real Marilyn lusted over her.

Pretty women, on the whole, have not had to work hard for others' approval or love. Generally, they get the better jobs, excell at sport because of the confidence required - and get their man.

Plain women, on the other hand, always have to try harder, especially when it comes to winning a man's heart - or at least his wam body for a while. Not only does she have to be more inventive in bed - she cannot just lie there and think of what nail varnish she should buy - but generally more agreeable out of bed.

With all our obsession about weight, cellulite and face blemishes, men say they don't really care or notice if the woman can be free and wild in bed. A woman who is always worried about mussing up her hair or chipping her nail varnish is not going to be hot in the cot.

However, her plainer sister whose chutzpah has grown over the years knows it is the moves in bed that count - not whether her stomach is flopping around too much.

How the world laughed when bonny Prince Charles of England rejected his lovely wife Diana's chams (poor darling, may she rest in peace) in favour of his comparatively plain mistress, Camilla who later became his wife.

Having briefly met Princess Di on her last visit to Australia in 1996 in my capacity as journalist, I can fully understand Charles' infatuation with Camilla.

Diana, while charming when the occasion called for it, could also be contankerous if things didn't go her way. I saw a glimpse of that during her visit to a rehabilitation centre in the area my paper covered. I had been invited as a friend of the centre, rather than as a journalist and the precious Diana had been told there would be no pesky journalists there to hear her conversations with patients which she wanted private.

When she noted I was listening intently and taking notes, she demanded to know who I was and, when told, literally crinkled her nose in disgust and walked off.

A few years before that, I met her sister-in-law, the fun but less beautiful Sarah Ferguson, Duchess of York, known as Fergie.

She was so bubbly and chatted to me as if I were an old friend. Her true beauty shone through. It has been well-chronicled how hot to trot dear Fergie was and no doubt still is, as she is in her prime.

In my job as journalist, I meet a lot of people, talk to many from all walks of life and circumstances.

I love to observe and, of course, as is the wont of us journos, draw conclusions. I just see too many lovely women who think they can get what they want with the crook of their manicured finger. And they usually do much of the time until people, including men, tire of them.

Many beautiful women who have cut a swathe through men most of their lives end up lonely and bitter, wondering why beauty no longer gets them by while their plainer sisters are happy in love.

And I would say to those less outwardly pretty - everyone is beautiful in his or her own way - it's just that some people have more of it on the inside. The trick for plainer folk is to bring that inner beauty out more - shyness will get you nowhere. And that is certainly known to the wild plain women driving men wild.

There are exceptions to every rule but also some truth in every unbiased observation. I may not be beautiful but I have nothing against my beautiful sisters. Honestly.