"And love is as real as drugs, chocolate, and netflix. But romantic love is the lie. A big dirty genetic trap. Romantic love is a vestigial chemical leftover from cavemen. That new love smell is actually just a 12 month long ruffie used to keep a couple together that's triggered by the first fuck and then brings you down after conscription, ending in a total come down once proof of hearty progeny is reached. Then, the males crash causes them to merely seek out another fix via fresh poon. While the females withdraw is treated with methadone in the shape of a baby to ween her off romance and keep her on maternal love to ensure she doesn't dump the baby in a dumpster and seek another new dick fix. This schematic totally worked as long as lineage is the goal. Women are all walking, humping chemical booby traps rigged to bend over at the sight of symmetry and fall in love for 12 months after first thrust. While dudes are designed to mass produce at rapid fire, only tripping his love bomb after the baby target is confirmed, meaning girls are swooning by the time they cum, and dudes are just sniffing around until kill confirm, and only then do they ride a short term romantic bliss and quick rebound. If no baby is made, dudes out, but the bitches ain't. They still feel this romantic unrequited stalker love for up to 12 months, followed by an ugly detox. Witch would naturally cause a temporary aversion to the dick that made her love sick in the first place. It's all a big chemical joke and nothing more. "
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