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A Dissection of Desire Boiled Down to Sex, Romance and Attachment


The Brain in Love - A Dissection of Desire Boiled Down to Sex, Romance and Attachment - No matter what you've heard, you don't love anything with all of your heart. You love from the depths of your ventral tegmental area, your hypothalamus, your nucleus accumbens, and other vital areas of the brain. In the last two decades, scientists have joined the throngs of poets, philosophers, artists and others striving to comprehend the ways of love. Scientific techniques for exploring how the brain experiences love ranges from animal experiments to traditional surveys to advanced radiological techniques, such as functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI) and positron emissive tomography (PET).

According to Dr. Helen Fisher, one of the preeminent researchers in the field of human affections, love can be divided into three major systems of the brain: sex, romance, and attachment. Each system involves a different network within the brain, involving different constituents, hormones, and neurotransmitters at different stages in the relationship.


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The Sex Drive

Lust stems predominantly from the hypothalamus, a region of the brain that also controls such basic desires as hunger and thirst. The hypothalamus is closely tied to the autonomic nervous system that controls our heart rate and how fast we breathe. Specific receptors on the hypothalamus for hormones such as testosterone -- which exists in you too, ladies -- fire off connections to all kinds of physical reactions. The result is a strong, familiar drive for reproduction.

The Romance System

This is the culprit behind many an all-night poetry fit. This is the reason lovers fight armies, swim oceans, or walk hundreds of miles to be together. In a word, they're high. Imaging studies confirm new lovers have high amounts of activity in the ventral tegmental area and nucleus accumbens, the same reward systems that fire off in response to inhaling a line of cocaine. These regions are flooded with the neurotransmitter dopamine, a chemical that drives us toward a perceived reward. Other chemicals related to stress and excitement are elevated as well, such as cortisol, phenylephrine (found in chocolate), and norepinephrine. A neurotransmitter called serotonin is low in early romantic love. Serotonin can also be low in obsessive compulsive disorder, depression, and anxiety. The result is obsessive pursuit of the desired, a relentless optimism, and even a kind of addiction.

The Affection System

This is why some people stick together when the dopaminergic thrill is gone. In animals, the responsible chemicals are oxytocin and vasopressin. Interestingly, these calming chemicals are secreted by the same hypothalamus that fuels our lust.

Some may see the above systems as a kind of progression in a relationship. First lust ("hey, he or she is cute"), then romance ("I'll write a love song"), then marriage (calmer and cozier). While it's true that these aspects of our brains and our relationships change over time, it's important to remember that they never dwindle to nothing, and often interact in important ways. For example, oxytocin and vasopressin are connected with the dopamine reward system as well. Perhaps that's why it's a good idea to refresh the romance now and then so affection can bloom.

Heartache or Headache?

Relationships change. Sometimes they evolve into something that lasts forever, and usually they don't. Most of us date prior to marriage, going through a string of relationships prior to meeting "the one." And sadly, it's not uncommon that "the one" becomes an ex-spouse.

Researchers who have taken pictures of the brain in people who have just gone through a break-up show changes in the ventral tegmental area, ventral pallidum, and putamen, all of which are involved when a reward is uncertain. While this might be reading too much into the study, uncertainty is certainly common after a break-up. Areas in the orbitofrontal cortex involved with obsessive-compulsive behaviors and in anger control also light up initially, though this extra activity may fade over time. In 2011, researchers published functional MRI findings suggesting that the brain does not distinguish between the pain of social rejection and the pain of physical injury, though these results and methods have been called into question. Not surprisingly, changes in other neural networks involved with major depression have also seen after a break-up.

Evolving Theories…

How and if evolution has helped to shape human mating habits is a topic that frequently leads to lively debate. For example because men produce millions more sperm than women produce eggs, there is a theory that the mating strategy of women will be more focused on protecting and nurturing the relatively few reproductive opportunities she has, whereas men are "pre-programmed" to spread their seed far and wide.

However, this theory is probably simplistic, as it fails to account for a number of other factors. For example, in species where nurturing a newborn requires parental cooperation, monogamy becomes more common. Dr. Helen Fisher has proposed a "four-year" theory, which attributes a spike in divorce rates in the fourth year of marriage to the notion that this is when a child has passed through the most vulnerable phase of their youth and can be cared for by one parent. The "four-year" theory is somewhat flexible. For example, if the couple has another child, the time period may be extended to the infamous "seven-year itch."

None of this, however, explains those enviable couples who walk hand in hand together through their entire lives into the twilight of their years. It's also important to remember just how complicated the topic of human affection is. Our culture, our upbringing, and the rest of lives help to change those chemicals and networks. Love's complexity means that questions about the nature of love will continue to fascinate poets, philosophers, and scientists for many years to come. ( about.com )

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25 Ways To Say "I Love You" For Valentine's Day


25 Ways To Say "I Love You" For Valentine's Day - It can be difficult for a man to say those three words that mean so much to a woman, especially on Valentine's Day. In the past, I've done everything from mumbling those three words like my mouth was full of hard boiled eggs, to whispering it so quietly, mice were smitten. I've also blurted it out when I didn't mean it.


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25 Ways To Say "I Love You" For Valentine's Day


Those words are dangerous. And powerful. Simultaneously intoxicating and sobering. They are full of responsibility, promise, and stars. Forgive men for taking them seriously. Because, for the most part, we do. Telling a woman "I Love You" can warp the space and time continuum. That's some major cosmic sh*t right there.

I remember the first time I said it. She was my first great love. We were sitting with our legs crossed on my dorm bed, and we were facing each other. I looked her in the eyes and told her I thought I was in love with her. I asked her if she felt the same way. She said yes. My ears swelled with rushing blood. We giggled. And the kiss was better than our first. We were like two neutrons flung at each other inside a particle accelerator. It was a collision. There was an explosion. Then a lingering cloud of glittering, subatomic debris.

But before I got to that point where I was able to bravely announce what my boiling emotions demanded, there were multiple other ways that I told her how I felt. And that's true for a lot of men. Whether we're falling for you, or have already fallen, we sometimes try to find other ways to tell you "I Love You" that aren't quite so direct.

Here are twenty-five suggestions for alternatives to the "L" word. If your man says any of these, just accept that he's dropped the L-O-V-E bomb.

  • You are the syrup on my waffles.
  • Um. So. Yeah. 100%.
  • I don't care if I have to wield a pitchfork with one hand, and a roaring chainsaw with the other, no zombies will ever eat your brains. Not while I live.
  • My pillows smell so much better when you've slept on them.
  • I read every single one of your tweets.
  • I wish you were key chain size. I'd put you in my pocket and take you everywhere.
  • Even if you forget who I am when we're old and fat, I'll still come to visit you and read your stuff, just like in that stupid movie that always makes you cry.
  • If you want to be with another guy, that's totally cool. I'll just spend the rest of my life sitting on a bar stool, nursing a beer and hoping the glow of the jukebox playing our song over and over masks my red, swollen eyes.
  • From the moment I met you, I've wanted to see you naked, and that hasn't changed. Never will.
  • I have brought you meat, the roses of the caveman! Now, I will make FIRE!
  • My penis, heart, and brain are all in unanimous agreement about you.
  • I had this dream the other night. I was stumbling through a forest at night. It was dark and I couldn't see where I was going and in the distance I could hear wolves howling. Then the cloud cleared and the moon illuminated a path to a village. Only it wasn't a moon. It was your beautiful face, glowing silver against the night sky. What the hell do you think THAT means?
  • I am a grown a** man, but I have to be honest: you're my personal night light.
  • G'head. Take the last beer.
  • Here's a baseball bat. Just hide it under your bed while I'm away on business.
  • As a Vulcan, I recognize the significance of a quickened heartbeat, sweaty palms, and heightened activity in my brain's pleasure centers when you are around. However, I do not fully comprehend why I feel compelled to insert my tongue inside of your mouth. I find it... fascinating.
  • I am perfectly happy co-depending on you.
  • When I was a kid, there was this amusement park that had a ride that would spin you around really fast. It was so much fun. I'd ride that thing all day, and every time I'd get off it, I'd be laughing but thinking I was going to puke. All day long: laughing while on the verge of vomiting. That's how I feel right now.
  • Your face tastes like cake and dynamite. Dynacake!
  • I have a lifetime subscription to You Magazine, the magazine about you, for me. By the way, you look stunning on the cover, just like every month.
  • You had me at, "Who are you?"
  • I wrote you this poem: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art so hot."
  • This chubby's for you.
  • I want to be your personal airbag.
  • I know.

What's the most creative way your guy told you he loves you without saying "I love you"? Have you ever said "I love you" without saying those 3 words? Do you have trouble saying "I love you"? Let us know below! ( glamour.com )

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Male bonding on silver screen


Male bonding on silver screen - "Oh I love what you are wearing, but this isn't the colour of the season"... these words when uttered by a woman secretly mean I could kill you for looking so good.

"But hey, are you going to work after marriage? No? Oh poor thing," pat comes the reply from the other side. This could hurt a few people but experts have it that there is an underlying tension in relationships between girls that makes them compete with each other rather than get along. The same doesn't hold true for men. Male bonding is about "I will risk my life for you and will be with you for all times to come." Highlighted recently in 3 Idiots, male bonding tends to be more formal and organised. Every known human society has some form of menonly clubs or associations, special (often secret) male-bonding organisations or institutions in which women are excluded.


Male bonding on silver screen


However, insurance professional Pooja Shah doesn't feel the need for a set up for female bonding. "We just bond. We don't need the pomp or silly names or funny handshakes. A cup of tea will do and maybe we don't even need that." She often travels with single female friends, enjoys that little round of girl talk and kinky dancing at a 'girls only' event.

Seconds film designer Aastha Gohil, "Female bonding has been showed in foreign films. Thelma and Louise and Girl, Interrupted have been my favourite movies. There are needs that only women friends can fulfil."
Male bonding has been there since ages. Men were hunters, which requires teamwork and women, gatherers. A sneak peak into the movie library and we have had Sholay, Rang De Basanti and now 3 Idiots revolving around the theme of strong bonding between male protagonists. The only reason, Manoj Tyagi, scriptwriter of Page 3 and Corporate feels is that Bollywood is hero-centric.

He says, "Friendship is an emotion which exists in everybody's life. Lots of us are closer to friends than parents. It is a core emotion that has governed humanity regardless of the gender. There are innumerable fables and tales about the same. The only reason why male bonding is celebrated on the celluloid is because majority of films revolved around a hero. It is unfortunate that scripts around women are either not conceived or fail if executed." His first film as a director Mumbai Salsa also dealt with female bonding and conflicts arose because their friendship days get marred by the entry of boys. As another school of thought has it, females are more proficient than men at all forms of communication and are rather more socially skilled. Explains Kamlesh Pandey, writer of Rang De Basanti, "I have seen females bonding quite well.

Their lives have gone in different directions; some got married, some didn't, some got a job, some became home-makers, but they have been together forever now. It is as natural as male bonding. We can't treat it differently." Kamlesh is the same man who started the show Tara which dealt with a set of close female friends who bonded well with each other.

Lest we forget what is rather more important is the universality of friendship. For both the sexes, friendship always was, and still is an important way of life. ( indiatimes.com )

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Give as good as you get


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Give as good as you get -- Kathryn's story: "Hey!" My 11-year-old daughter bounded out of the kitchen, swinging a miniature pocket watch from a chain. "What's this? Whose is it?" It was hers, and I told her so, but not that it was intended for her Christmas stocking. I had bought it between errands, then dropped it into the groceries, which I had asked her to unload and put away, having forgotten the tiny purchase that had settled to the bottom of the bag. One hundred and three days remained until December 25.


"Why did you buy me a present?" she asked. "Why on a nothing day like today?"

"I saw it, and I knew you'd love it," I replied.

She skipped around me, singing, "I do, I do!"

She kissed my cheek and the watch itself. It was a beautiful piece: the case filigreed and daintily faux-tarnished; the sweep of its second hand no thicker than an eyelash. I was sorry to lose this one; it was a find. I had already been anticipating the look on my daughter's face when she discovered it in her stocking. It was the type of gift that powerfully reinforces the existence of Santa Claus, in the way a store-bought toy never can.

For me there has always been comfort, joy, and excitement to be found in Christmas shopping. And, truly, I'm never not Christmas shopping -- not in June, not in January. Why would I limit such an activity to an official season kicked off by the inauspiciously named Black Friday?

Whenever an opportunity presents itself -- that empty hour, say, between one appointment and the next -- I meander through department stores, boutiques, flea markets. It doesn't matter which. I enjoy the illicit squandering of time that would be better spent on completing a pressing chore. A benign addiction, Christmas shopping saves me, sometimes, from buying what I don't need for myself. But I can't claim it as a virtue. The impulse is selfish and has been ever since I learned that in buying a gift I also purchase the fantasy it inspires.

I discovered the solace of buying presents out of season just after college, when my best friend and I embarked on what has become by now nearly 30 years of living thousands of miles apart. Even something small, tucked away for a future holiday, assuaged my missing her, and over the years I've infused her faraway home and wardrobe with mementos of me. The gift of a pair of earrings invites me to imagine which outfit she might be wearing them with. In my mind, then, I'm there by her side.

The way I saw it, the births of my three children didn't increase the holiday season's shopping burden; Christmas sanctioned a pursuit on which I already relied. The more people for whom I had to shop, the more opportunities I had to lose myself in something I enjoyed. That luminous pair of silk gloves I found this past August in a little jewel box of a shop (which I had ducked into, in lieu of procuring dinner's missing ingredient): how clearly I can imagine my eldest daughter's delight upon unwrapping them. I also picture the glee on her little sister's face when she sees her most desired gift, the one so extravagant she would never dare to ask for it: a set of all 132 Prismacolor pencils. The gloves, the pencils, the ceramic bowl for my sister-in-law, the cashmere sweater for my husband, the green amber earrings for his mother -- I have months to savor happiness I've yet to conjure.

None of this feverish activity has rubbed off on my husband. All during the warm months, while I scurry antlike in and out of the storehouse of my closet, secreting my trove of gifts and goodies for the cold season ahead, Colin allows the weeks and months to spin lazily by without paying heed to the ever darkening skies. Call him a Christmas grasshopper. Every October we turn back the clock hands, giving him another weekend hour to squander. In November, teams of city workers ride yellow trucks through our neighborhood, stringing electrified garlands from one side of the street to the other. Alas, the light they cast does not reveal my husband's improvidence -- not to him, anyway.

Not that I thought my considered and meticulous approach to Christmas might set an example for my husband. Well, no more than I expected him to learn to screw the cap back on the tube of toothpaste. But I did imagine circumstances would chasten him. I figured one year he would cut it too close. The ant in me wouldn't rebuke his grasshopper ways, not on Christmas Eve. It was just a matter of time before he would have to throw his procrastinating self on the mercy of my preparedness.

Instead, much to my wonderment, he has often found a way to rescue himself from his own gift-giving predicaments. Read on; he'll explain.

Colin's story: The looks on my loved ones' faces announced that I had failed. The previous night, Christmas Eve 2010, I had scoured an outdoor market in Central Park for gifts, finally purchasing three hooded robes: red for my brother, gray for his son, and blue for my son. The robes were enormous; the three men were not.

"The robes are warm!" I protested. "And comfortable!"

My son, brother, and nephew looked at them quietly.

"Dad," my son said, "they look like costumes from The Hobbit."

He wasn't wrong. I came across my son's robe recently; unworn since the minute it had been unveiled, the big hooded thing had mysteriously migrated into our bedroom. I thought about wearing it -- but didn't.

My Christmas-shopping habits are atrocious: haphazard, panicked, and last-minute. Knowing that Kathryn is methodical and thorough and has finished her gift buying long before I begin makes me even more jittery. She really thinks about what to get people. She never strikes the wrong note. I, on the other hand, sometimes do -- and I don't know why.

Is it because I secretly resent my wife's orderly assemblage of gifts? Maybe, although I also appreciate her matchless organizational skills. Is it because I am exhausted by the commercial spasm of Christmas? The crowds and the advertising and the millionth-time holiday tunes? Is it because I am locked in a passive-aggressive struggle with the entire fiscal and emotional exercise? Yes, oh yes -- all those reasons. Then again, is it because some small part of me believes that my approach to gift purchasing adds extra excitement to Christmas morning? For example: Hey, what crazy thing did Dad/my husband get for me this year? Perhaps. In any case, my wife and I both know I'm not going to change, as advisable as that might be.

So my Christmas daredevilry has never ceased, even after events that suggest it should. For example: Christmas Eve 2004. That evening I wandered along a major street in Brooklyn's Park Slope neighborhood and found myself in a furniture store gazing at a large vase constructed of rectangles of camel bone (or so I was told). The vase had a kind of shimmery, mother-of-pearl luminescence. It looked nothing like anything Kathryn and I had ever owned.

"Your wife, she will love it," the proprietor reassured me.

The vase was expensive. But did I mention that it was the day before Christmas? I bought the vase. I carefully carried it home, excited.

When she unwrapped the camel-bone vase the next morning, my wife made a surprised gasp. The gift was a complete bomb. And she couldn't help laughing good-naturedly at both of us -- at me because of my ineptitude, and at herself for her inability to keep a poker face. I laughed a bit, too, but was keenly disappointed. My wife never put a flower in the vase, and to this day it sits banished to a high shelf, forgotten.

I am not always that unlucky. Take Christmas Eve 2006: It was late in the day. I was due home in Brooklyn so that we could all jump in the minivan and drive five hours south on I-95 to Washington, D.C., for Christmas breakfast the next morning. I did not have a gift for my wife.

When will I learn not to do this? I wondered. Why does she always forgive me? What little marital game are we playing here? Panicked and yet feeling oddly passive, I drifted through a wonderful Manhattan store filled with carpets, beds, chairs, tables, chandeliers, pillows, and irresistible knickknacks. I browsed, liking many things but not crazy about any particular one. I kept checking the time. My wife had expected me home an hour ago. We had to get on the road.

I took the elevator to a top floor, where there was a spot in the back piled with furniture. Curious, I poked around. Then I spotted it: a park bench.

Yes, a Parisian park bench, with green wooden slats and curled black iron armrests. Sit on this bench and you would be on the Champs-Élysées. Or in the Tuileries Garden, right by the Louvre. You were there.

"We haven't had a chance to put this out yet," a saleslady informed me.

"It's heavy," I replied. "You deliver things like this?" Yes, of course. I asked her the price and gulped a bit when I heard it.

"Last-minute present?" the saleslady asked.

"How'd you guess?" She just smiled. But not as much as my wife did when she saw her Parisian park bench.

"I love it," Kathryn said. "I mean, I love it."

"A last-minute find," I confessed. "Pure luck."

She patted my hand and grinned. "You wouldn't have it any other way." (RealSimple.com)

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8 dumb mistakes men make with women


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Nothing sends a woman running like a desperate man. If you're trying too hard you'll drive her away


8 dumb mistakes men make with women -- Men get all kinds of dating advice -- some smart, some stupid. If you're a guy, it's hard to know who to believe when it comes to us women.


Honestly, as women, sometimes we're not even sure what we want half the time, but you knew that already. In any case, sometimes it's easier for us to say what we don't want.

So if you don't want to send a woman screaming in the opposite direction, don't commit a single one of these "gross" mistakes when you are truly trying to win our hearts.

1. Trying too hard

Think you don't try too hard with the ladies? Think again. There is nothing that sends a woman running like a man who reeks of desperation. She didn't call you back? She didn't return your email? She wandered off to talk to her friends? Dude, she's just not that into you. Chill out and find another woman.

2. Coming on strong

We know you want to sleep with us. All men want to have sex -- all the time. This is obvious. That is just how you are wired. Don't think we don't already know this. But, if you come on extra strong from the get-go, we may be prone to throwing up on your shoes. Try turning down the slime factor and break out a few subtle moves or tamer language, and we just might get with you.

3. Laid-back dude

At the same time, being a stone-cold chiller can be equally ineffective. If you act so laid-back that we ask you if you're still awake, you're probably not trying hard enough. We don't want you climbing all over us all the time, but you've got to put some effort into courting us if you're ever going to get anywhere.

4. The tune-out

OK, we like to talk! We admit it. We like to talk about our feelings, our day, what's going on at work, those shoes we bought today, and where our relationship is going, and, and, and ... You name it, we'll have a discussion about it. We don't care if you actually care. We do care if you actually listen. Pay attention to at least half of what we're saying, and we won't spend so much time trying to get your attention.

5. Mr. Tight Wad

Being cheap is so not sexy. Taking her out on a first date? Try this: pay. Who cares if it's politically correct and if she reaches for the bill. It doesn't have anything to do with money. It has everything to do with generosity. Chicks like it when you pay for stuff. Go figure.

6. Insecure much?

We understand you may not be 100 percent confident, that you, like us, have faults, that you're as unsure as to how to do this as we are, but do not put your insecurities on parade. It doesn't matter how manly you act. A gross lack of self-confidence telegraphs weakness -- and no girl wants a 99-pound mental weakling.

7. Flattery will get you everywhere

Compliments will score you: a happy girlfriend, great sex, everything you ever wanted. It works two ways. Remember: happy wife (or girlfriend), happy life.

8. Our toilet, our rules

If you come over to our house, spend the night, and leave the toilet seat up, we will get up in the middle of the night, sit on the toilet, and fall into the cold, wet water. After that moment, we will always associate you with that moment of falling in the toilet.

This is not the message you want to send. Put down the toilet seat. It's better than sending roses. (The Frisky)

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Five people you should avoid dating at work


Five people you should avoid dating at work - Things really can go wrong when you become romantically involved with someone at your workplace – and what matters the most is who you’re dating.

A new Vault.com survey of more than 2,000 workers found that of those who have had an office fling or romance (59 percent), 30 percent said it affected their personal or professional relationships with other co-workers.

Eighteen percent said their workplace dalliance led them or their romantic partner to leave the company.


According to ABC News, here’s a list of five people you should never date to avoid becoming one of these workplace-dating casualties.


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1. The Intern


So much can go wrong when dating an intern, assistant or any other underling that such temptations are best left alone. If your colleagues find out about this office romance, there could be cries of favouritism.


2. The IT Guy or Gal

Nothing beats having your request for computer assistance rise to the top of the tech support queue. But fall out of favour with your technically inclined valentine and you'll have to endure the tech support call of shame any time your computer has the hiccups.


3. The Boss

Throw sex, unrequited love and/or an ugly break-up into the mix and there's no telling how far your professional reputation could plummet.


4. The Boss's Spouse

Sleeping with a married co-worker is never a good idea. But sleeping with the boss's significant other is nothing short of career suicide.


5. The Serial Dater

Cozy up to the office philanderer and you make yourself a prime target for professional gossip and hostility. Not only can your reputation plummet overnight, your colleagues may have a hard time taking you seriously. ( hindustantimes.com )




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