Long have we humans sought the perfect mate. For centuries men have poured their hearts out into poetry like the following:
"I've finally found the perfect girl, I could not ask for more,
She's deaf and dumb and oversexed and owns a liquor store."
Women tend to value other criteria more highly. Ravenwood knows these things. Lacking the stamina to service all women (I presume), he offers us the Perfect Man.
Other women, notably bulimics, may find this more appealing.