Picture the scene; you're attired in an elegant silk negligee, heading towards the bed in your softly lit room when your other half suddenly proffers a pill and asks: "Fancy a shot of the old libido-enhancing stuff?"

Gentlemen, you have been warned, with the exception of an invitation to a STI clinic, offering your partner a dose of female Viagra is the quickest route to a relationship P45.

Let's get one thing straight; if she doesn't seem all that keen on sex, chances are she's not suffering from libido loss but rather finds you repellently smelly/hairy/fat/irritating (delete as appropriate) and simply doesn't fancy you any more.

The men in white coats in a German lab seem to believe they've found the secret of the universe with the development of a female libido-enhancing pill.

Miracle

I don't know which worries me more about Flibanserin; the fact that it's actually a failed anti-depressant or that it's being touted as a cure for libido-less women the world over.

Seriously, could there be anything more off-putting (aside from meeting a pair of Y-fronts in the bedroom) than being offered one of these miracle pills at bedtime?

Flibanserin supposedly works by targeting the pleasure centre of a woman's brain.

I could have saved the boffins the bother and informed them that our pleasure centres respond very positively to Colin Farrell. And George Clooney. And Jimmy Choos. And chocolate.

Might I also point out that Viagra has a purely mechanical function by increasing the flow of blood to the penis, whereas Flibanserin tinkers with the level of chemicals in our brains.

If ever there was a situation that proved that men are from Mars and women from Venus, this is it.

It appears you can correct a man's flagging desire by a simple re-routing of the blood, an oil-change, if you will.

We women, on the other hand, are apparently so complicated that our libidos have to be jolted to life through the complex process of re-wiring our internal computers.

I'm no sexpert, but any fool can see libido-loss often isn't a problem cured by medicine.

I'd wager one third of all those women complaining just don't fancy their partners any more.

And for a significant portion, it's probably symptomatic of an underlying emotional difficulty.

Yet, if the brains behind this accidental female Viagra are to be believed, Flibanserin will have the women of the world jiggling the bedsprings in jig time.

Could it mean an end to the age-old 'sorry honey, I've got a headache' excuse?

No doubt, there are men all over the country reading about this great discovery and confidently predicting they've found the solution to their partner's libido-loss.

Some, I fear, may even be stupid enough to try and buy a batch, a 'present' for their blessed lover.

Frankly, that smacks of Homer Simpson, the oh-so-thoughtful cartoon character who once bought a bowling ball for Marge with his own name on it.

Gentlemen, be warned.

Marge played Homer at his own game and took herself off to the bowling alley.

What's to say your woman won't do exactly the same and leave you for a younger, more handsome model?

Oh, and ladies, don't worry if you're not clocking up those bedpost notches as fast as Sex and the City's Samantha. Help is at hand.

Over in Columbia, trainee chefs are currently experimenting with a range of Viagra-based desserts.

And frankly, if that little blue pill is adequately adorned with lashings of chocolate and ice-cream, then it's one experiment no woman would be too shy to try.

- Aoife Finneran