Well, jerks or Nobby. Which does leave an attractive woman in rather a conundrum…
Men are like bananas: women come along and separate one from all his friends, strip him of the protective outer feelings, devour the tender inner soul, and then discard the empty husk.
If women are like apples … I guess that explains my taste for hard cider. 
“Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it’s our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you’d like to have dinner with.”
“Men are like pumpkins. It seems like all the good ones are either taken or they’ve had everything scraped out of their heads with a spoon.”
The analogy doesn’t work because women are the selectors, unless it’s a high status man – in which case he just uproots the entire tree and takes it home.
Apples are only good when sliced and dipped in peanut butter.
With humans really it’s a matter of both genders selecting the other. Sure, even these days men are still usually expected to make the first move, but they certainly have the choice of which woman to make a move on, if any.
You forgot the fava beans and fine chianti.