Growing up, Cindy was a tomboy, and as a young adult she liked to hang out with guys staying up late, shooting pool, listening to old favorites from the Grateful Dead, and drinking tequila. She amazed all her friends with how much tequila she could drink and remain standing. She amazed her women friends because so many of the guys she hung out with fell in love with her.
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Not everybody is as comfortable as Cindy with the symbiotic relationship that chemical molecules have with magic. Most people believe in the magic of love, but many of them don't want to talk about the molecules, preferring to think of love in more romantic terms. Some people are offended by any scientific prodding into the psychology or biology of love. Senator William Proxmire once denounced two of my colleagues for looking at love scientifically, saying that love was a mystery, not a science, and he wanted it to stay that way. My colleagues agreed that love was a mystery, but they thought the senator should welcome all the help he could get in solving the mystery, given his own problems with divorce.
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Oberon, the king of the fairies in Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream , had a view of love different from Senator Proxmire's. Oberon thought that love was fair game for scientific experimentation and practical jokes. Once, after a spat with Titania, the queen of the fairies, he used her as an experimental subject and the butt of a practical joke in a project that wouldn't get past a human-subjects ethics committee today. While Titania was sleeping, Oberon squeezed the juice of a cupid's flower, nowadays more often called a Johnny-jump-up, onto her eyelids, and said to her, "What thou seest when thou dost wake, Do it for thy true-love take. . . . " What she saw when she woke up was Bottom, a man with a donkey's head, and until the spell wore off she was madly in love with him. Shakespeare didn't mention the cupid's flower's active ingredient, but I suspect it might have been something like the phytotestosterone found in cotton.
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Even though Titania thought Bottom was a beautiful donkey, he was a man, albeit of a different species from herself. In that respect, their love affair was oddly like one that took place on our farm when I was a child. We had a steer who fell in love with the mule named Belle. Belle would stand patiently while the steer tried to mate with her. This was
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