There was a lot of triumphalism in the British media a few years ago about a survey which showed that the British were having more sex than the French. All such a survey reveals is that the British can only go at it like horny teenagers, and never grow out of their guilt-ridden juvenile attitudes to sexuality. In fact, the entirety of the British attitude to sex, from the top shelf to the bottom, is predicated on the notion that it's something degrading, shameful, forbidden -- an illicit act to be done in the dead of night, like strangling a cat or smuggling moonshine. 'God' no longer plays a role in British people's lives, but there's still something god-fearing and desperate about their copulation, as though now that they're damned, they might as well get thrice-damned. There's no real pleasure in the act -- the only esctasy is the self-destructive esctasy of a lapsed puritan, the only thrill the thrill of pushing one's personal debasement to the limit.
In this way, the British attitude to sex is exactly the same as the British attitude to alcohol -- they binge-drink and they binge-fuck, and feel just as bad about both in the morning. It's also no coincidence that alcohol is still the favoured means of seduction in the British Empire. The only way people can conquer their horror of each other's bodies and bodily functions is through complete alcoholic ossification.
The French, on the other hand, have a much more mature, and hence sexier, attitude to sex. And what's more, they have an appreciation for quality over quantity.