Is it no longer true that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach?

No, it’s through the injection into the inferior or superior vena cava, to the right atrium, then the mitral valve, then to the right ventricle. After that it goes through the pulmonic valve into the pulmonary artery to the lungs. Then back to the heart it goes to the left atrium, tricuspid valve, and left ventricle. Finally, out through the aortic valve into the aorta.

If you want a more direct route, put a pointed stick through the chest wall on the left side and push smartly through the flesh. That may irritate the recipient for a moment before he collapses, though.

The stomach is a very inefficient way to get to the heart as there are several layers of tissue between the stomach and the heart. I mean, there is the stomach wall, the fascia, the diaphragm, the pericardium, and then finally the myocardium.

Darn! How I long for the simpler times.

@Rarebear Lol.

The hip to waist ratio is the way to a man’s heart.

I think it still counts for some people.

The thing is, since so many women work, that role of being in charge and responsible for the kitchen has changed.

Honestly, I don’t want a guy who is so obsessed with food and eating and find it quite off-putting. I eat to live, not live to eat.

If you aim it right, you can go through the gaps between the ribs. Or on between the collar bones.

Liitttllle further south.

A lot of minimally heart surgery is done by inserting a metal or plastic tube up through an incision in the leg near the groin and following the blood vessels up into the heart. So one could easily observe that the way to a man’s heart is through his groin.

Was it ever a true statement?

It was always so quaint and polite to say it that way! Actually, @cookieman nailed the real route.

Depends on the man. OTOH, if some cute guy wanted to cook me a gourmet meal, he’d probably have my heart (and a few more bits) pretty quickly.

An honest bird! How about an average guy with exceptional food? Cute guys like cute girls don’t need to cook. Any cute guy who can cook will die in the stampede!

Well, he might get my feathers in a tizzy – who knows?

At this point in my life, if a man’s heart is through his stomach he needs to learn how to cook. Enough is enough! But it continues!

@Aster GA!

To make men over here to admit this without making them sound like a glutton you need to make a question “Would you like it if your partner can and love to cook whatever you want?”

I personally find it somewhat true. Whenever me and my SO (including exes) hangout in public places the first place that crosses their mind is where should we/do you want to eat? I doubt it’s to impress me. Men do that because they love to eat.

The mushrooms in that dish were canned.

I’ll call you soon, swear.

Certainly as quaint as thinking the way to a woman’s heart is through your wallet.

IMO it seems to me that in the days of single-income households where the woman kept house and the husband brought home the bacon much of the finer points of cooking were lost on the man. Quantity and comfort over quality and variety.

Today all aspects of food from raw ingredients to prepared foods to restaurants offer more nuance and variety, making it easier for either sex to satisfy the carnal cravings of their partner.

Well I know some women who’s cooking certainly effects their husbands heart. Luckily for them there are doctors and medicine to help with that. I think sometimes, to the dismay of the wife.
My husband certainly enjoys a good meal and will befriend anyone who can cook. But it wasn’t my cooking skills that drew him too me. I didn’t cook a meal for him before he proposed and I was a very unskilled cook at first. He actually cooked better than I did, except for rice. He would make it soggy, and basically uncooked or burnt or overcooked pudding. It was sad. It still is sad.
I use to joke and tell him he wanted me for only my cooking and ironing skills. He said not true. He could always get good food at any restaurant, and pressed clothing at any cleaners, but he couldn’t get another me anywhere else.