Valentine's Day was inspired by the pagan holiday Lupercalia. This celebration of fertility would occur in the middle of February. During the holiday, men would strip naked and sacrifice a goats and dogs. Young men would take strips of the hide from the sacrificed animals and whip young women to promote fertility. For those new to the holiday, most of us have since replaced animal sacrifice & whipping with mushy poems, candy hearts and flowers.
Many of us have partners that we love and are looking forward to celebrating Valentine's Day in new ways with them now that sacrifice and whipping are firmly in history's rear view mirror. We know that we love our partner but why do we love them? Why do we even love at all? In the words of Haddaway, what is love? I am usually more inquisitive about who we choose to love but today's question is why exactly do we love at all? Why did we evolve the innate desire to create such a deep bond with another person? Why is the pain of heartbreak so great when things don't work out?
Romantic love is a commitment device to motivate us to pair bond. That is pretty clear. Physical attraction is enough to get us to fornicate but how does nature get us to stick around and form long term bonds. A male must extend tremendous resources to provide for a family group while the female is generally immobilized for at least a few months of her pregnancy. Assuming she survives childbirth, the next few years of caring for a child together are not easy even for modern couples. Think about our ancestors before modern medicine and the sheer loss of life related for mothers and young children. Families would have half a dozen children just to increase the odds of one or two of them few making it into their thirties.
The vast majority of us are wired to seek long term partnership even in a time when life is much more survivable. The emotional benefits of a healthy pair bonded couple are great. Some of us seek monogamous relationships, some seek polyamorous relationships. Some seek partners from our same gender and others seek partners with a different gender. This equips some partnerships for procreation and some partnerships are incompatible for mating due to their gender mix. Regardless of compatibility for procreation, we are hard wired to experience love. Romantic love is comprised of three parts.
Romantic love is an attachment process, a biological process by which affectional bonds are formed between adult lovers. These bonds mirror the affectional bonds established earlier in life between a child and their parent. This attachment builds a level of responsibility for depending on someone. This type of love builds security which many women crave over genetic compatibility. Just the other night my friend Megan was talking about her Tinder date and said "He is short, but he drives a Tesla." Now you don't know Megan and she doesn't read this blog but Megan in that moment accepted a compromise of a man's display of wealth over his genetic characteristics. I don't mean to imply that Megan is a gold digger, she isn't. Megan unwittingly accepts that she is wired to believe that material possessions such as houses and cars imply a greater sense of security if a relationship is to be negotiated with this particular Tinder date. To a great extent, she isn't wrong. A man who can provide for a family will be able to pay for college for her unborn and medical bills if she was to get sick which really leads us to the next type of love.
Who will wipe my butt when I am old? This is something my mother said to me many times. Age has many adverse effects and we all must come to terms with the fact that we often do not age gracefully. Our bodies break and we need the care of others to make it through our day. Knowing a partner will help us through injury and illness is important. This is enforced with the obligation and responsibility of attachment based love. Caregiving for a partner can be emotionally draining if it is not reciprocal. Many of us are givers by nature and often gain more benefit by giving than the recipient does from the gift or service that was received. When a husband or wife begins to require care due to the effects of aging, the dynamics of their relationship will inevitably change. The pair bond matures and the couple adapts to their new conditions. Some partners thrive in a caregiving situation and others become drained and depressed. Love can still thrive if the caregiving partner can find ways to maintain other social connections despite the change in the role of the relationship.…
I find this all very interesting. I really do. I’ve always believed that love is as love does and that a definition for the masses is impossible. Maybe it’s the music industry keeping us all from knowing the meaning of love so they can keep making songs about it? *smile
Several years ago, I came to the (my own) conclusion that one of the crucial ingredients for love was smell. My beautiful Wife’s smell is the most intoxicating smell in the world to me. Nuzzling in her neck is something I could for days and it’s something, for me, that is unique to her. Her natural smell (not perfume, etc.) makes me feel safe, loved. It’s “home” to me and more intoxicating as a drug than any drug I have ever taken that has made me feel good. Old as I am, it’s the only feel-good drug I’ve had for many years.
She and I have talked about this in the past and she feels the same way. We will often just come up to each other and get a good whiff of each other to help propel our day. I’ve also come to the conclusion that her smell is why soaking, which we learned from you Emma, is one of the most pleasant and wonderful experiences there is, at least for me. Her smell alone is enough for me to remain hard while inside her for hours, if given the opportunity.
Also in the past, we coined a phrase called “Love Boners”. A love boner is just what it sounds like, an erection produced by the mere thought of how much I love her. No sexy, horny thoughts, just the joy I feel as think about how and how much I love her. Love boners for us were around well before we entered into our WLM. As you can imagine, our lifestyle has had the effect of causing love boners more often.
Lastly, you speak of betrayal and properly warn against it. Being raised in an Italian family has taught me that loyalty is paramount in life and betrayal is among the most despicable things one can do to another other than other obvious physical harm. “Nobody likes a rat”. Have integrity, don’t be one. Don’t betray your partner. Don’t betray anyone.
Lovely post Emma!
About the smell, i totally agree: it’s the most powerful and delicious drug. i started the path from friends to couple the day i found a “hair tie” that She forgot. i messaged Her and She jokingly said i could keep it. i smelled it and it was wonderful, the sweetest and most attractive/perfect aroma! i was quickly down the path of wanting something else and being available to Her exclusively.
Nowadays, as we constantly hug, i frequently go “home” at the back of Her neck. i “breathe” there.
Hi Emma,
This post was spot on for me. Yesterday was the 2nd anniversary of my soulmate’s passing. I was her caregiver during the last 6 months of her battle with cancer. Our marriage was one I never dreamt as even possible. She was THE one for me. I never believed in soulmates until we became a couple. I miss her dearly!
Please accept the love of the thousands of readers of this site. We all sympathize with you and your loss. Remember that SHE also felt the same for you and was also able to experience this deep love with you. She was just as lucky to have you as a partner and as a caregiver. Lots of love!
Great blog.