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"Chemistry" is instant. We're attracted to each other via pheremones that broadcast our immune systems, and tend to match based on what would create a genetically diverse portfolio. We also judge based on looks. Certain attributes such as long hair, youth, full lips, healthy skin, proportional bodies and healthy weights suggest a healthy, functioning potential mate. (Women tend to have preferences too, but from my experience, they're not as uniform.) The evolving component of attraction has a lot to do with developing positive feedback mechanisms between the two partners. As long as they both feel that their partner is the best thing they are realistically capable of obtaining (the theory of Comparison of Alternatives), as long as they're reinforcing each other and meeting each other's needs (financially, sexually, socially) they're likely to stay together. It's nice to think of love as being an art of nuance, but let's be realistic here, there are practical precursors, and the nuance itself only comes after the foundation is built, and remains solid. Never mind the Triangular Theory of Love. Most people state that consummate love rarely exists - that it's usually two out of the three existing in any given relationship. I admit, I don't remember EVERYTHING about my interpersonal relations class, and I'm sad that I didn't buy a better quality copy of the textbook (mine was bought used, and is now falling apart) but I remember that much. Feel free to correct what I've misremembered. Have I ever given someone a second chance? Yeah. I'm single, so ultimately, it's never worked for me thus far. Have I ever fallen for someone I didn't particularly like or desire at first? You bet. When I was younger, I only allowed myself to be attracted to people who I knew were already attracted to me. Somewhere around the age of 25, I grew the fuck up. Granted, I still tend to pick people who show interest in me first, but I no longer try to shame myself into giving some guy I'm not at all interested in a chance. Tags: instant love, writer's block
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I feel like I'm moving in slow motion. I tried taking a nap. Still tired. I need to read about Joseph Drouhin and create a presentation on his LaForet burgundy. Not interested. I have two papers to write. I need to put my laundry away, and do the dishes from my latest pasta experiment.
Pasta experiments are awesome when you're too broke to buy groceries. Today, I sauteed black olives, garlic, sweet onion, a pinch of red pepper, Glenlivet, petite diced peeled tomatoes, oregano, parsley, and parmesan cheese. With whole grain penne. Not bad.
I know it's my depressed brain, because along with being lethargic, I'm also overly anxious. :/
All I want to do is drink a bottle of wine and pass out. Preferrably the Drouhin LaForet white, or maybe that white Bordeaux I tried yesterday. It was deeeeelish.
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