Like a magician’s trick, the shortest route to any pussy is a straight line called LOVE. Women are inherently oxytocin-junkies, and men know that. Deliver the right dose of the drug and one can have privileged and unlimited access to that love-cave. Men are inherently inventive, and women don’t know that. It only took one male brain to invent the concept of love, and many brains to replicate it, and suddenly it’s the most over-used and abused word in the English dictionary.
Women are not just oxytocin-junkies. They are specific in their need, which makes them monogamous by design. They respond best to that one particular dosage by that one particular individual, and no one else. They resonate when in close contact with that one specific male reserved for them in that grand scheme of things called the universe. I like to call this response an oxytocin-signature. It is truly an exact science.
In contrast, the delivery mechanism is an exact artform. Men are like chameleons, they tailor words and behaviours to try to find some resonance and counterpoint in the target female. Target is a cold and calculating word, I know, but it reflects the nature of men. Men are hunters by ancestry and polygamous by natural selection, that makes men andrenaline-junkies. Women happen to fulfill both our need for the hunt and for sex, a conveniently evolved target.
Love is a false notion and fashioned to be a hunting tool. There is no honour in any hunt, men will even kill hamsters if the need arises. So they will lie to get under your skirt, make no mistake about that.
As if that isn’t enough, the love-notion is even more powerful than you can imagine.
Other than the positive oxytocin-response it can generate, love makes consequences like an unwanted pregnancy more tolerable for the woman. Women want to be liberated, they want to be free and have rampant non-consequential sex like men. But they can’t, sex has much more consequences for a woman than for a man, which make complete sexual liberation nearly impossible for the poor girl. So in steps love, to offer some semblance of responsibility and offer a ready excuse to lighten the impact of any consequence. BECAUSE HE LOVES ME are words uttered for solace and comfort. Men know that, and using it helps break down that last fear frontier all women possess. If men are Pipe Pipers, then love is the tune they play ruthlessly.
I cannot play any musical instruments, so love is a four-letter word I rarely use. More often than desirable, I have a proclivity to use another popular four-letter word.
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