it's assortative mating. i apologise for crushing the romantic in you but you got to admit that science is such a killjoy. (if we were to relate sex with terms like fertilisation and reproduction on a daily basis, i highly doubt anyone would be doing anything in their beds unless it's time to have babies - that is once in a few years.) although some believe that opposites attract, our choice of mates is dependent on really how alike you are and not how different. in other words, we tend to be attracted to individuals who have similarities in terms of both looks and probably personalities. that is the theory of assortative mating - which can be loosely based on evidence demonstrating a higher risk for spouses to develop a certain disease (known to have an underlying genetic cause) when their partners have the disease. it's not a relative high risk in comparison to individuals with monozygotic-twins relationships (or even parent-sibling for that matter) but it is high when measured against individuals of no relations at all. which makes sense to me in a warped kind of way i suppose. i mean, with all the women-are-from-venus-and-men-are-just-mars-bars thingamajig going around, it makes little sense for people to go around in search of a mate that has even more differences (to them) than the default which is no thanks to just 1 chromosome. and if you were going to insist that love conquers all differences - please don't tell me, i don't want to hear about it. 'sometimes love just ain't enough' and i wonder how true that is. i mean, how wrong can it be if a song has been made out of it. i've swung from being an idealist to a cynic and then back to an idealist (then to a cynic then to an idealist then...). i'm the queen of extremities, so much so that i don't really know what i believe in anymore. i think it's seasonal - it's love-is-all-we-need on nice warm days and sometimes-love-just-aint-enough on cold stormy nights. [note: we is totally hypothetical. there's no we realistically so don't pull a mummywong on me] until now, i still haven't figured out what i'm trying to say or what i intended to convey. well, it doesn't really matter, does it? as long as my boat is still floating and my kite is still flying, who cares what? this seems slightly abrupt but as much as the above-mentioned theory makes sense to me, i still have qualms about it because i really cannot imagine dating someone who looks, or even acts, like me. that would be way freaky. then again, i'm not very conventional, am i? and on a slightly unrelated note: i think i'm a manipulative girl. i learn something new about myself everyday. its a good thing but i wish they weren't all dysfunctional traits. (it could be your fault, w :P)