Last night Adman got cut after about a month of dating. I can’t really explain it because it wasn’t logical, but I just wasn’t feeling it. We tried another make-out session and I found myself again not really wanting it to go any further than that. In fact, I interrupted it and sent him home. Rather than accepting that perhaps things just weren’t jiving, instead may I present my rather neurotically conceived scientific theory:
After our first awkward make out session I hugged him. Due to the huge height discrepancy, my ear ended up squarely on his chest. That was how I heard his heart, and remarked, “wow – your heart is beating super fast!” He told me that his heart has always been fast.
He pulled out a neat-o little app on his phone that used the iPhone’s light to detect our heart beats. We compared and his heart was literally beating twice as quickly as mine. I didn’t think much about it at the time, but then later I heard John Tesh on the radio. He was talking about the science of kissing. “Why do we kiss?”, he asked. I realized that I had no idea.
Johny said that researchers postulate that during the salivary exchange of kissing, there could indeed be detection of genetic material, and possibly even flaws in DNA. Additionally in a study of smell, women were found to say that men with the most genetic variation from themselves smelled the best (genetic variation is a good thing – it provides survival advantage). I was intrigued.
Watch this video if you’re interested; it’s rather interesting:
http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2014/02/13/the-science-of-why-we-kiss/
In a convo with Adman I discovered that he has a similar genetic condition to my brother. So this would put our theoretical future children at huge risk of having it. He also has another medical condition which he mentioned to me. When I googled it, it explained his racing heart. It also put him at risk of a whole bunch of other scary heart stuff.
I think that during that first kiss, whatever place in my brain controls my reproductive drive picked up on Adman’s scent and taste and screamed “REJECT – your genes are not going to mix well!”. I have been rather explicit about my heightism and my desire to have children who can be professional athletes, should they so choose – what is the point of having tall children if their hearts will give out with physical activity? I think my body rejected him two weeks before my brain did.
And now I feel guilty. Is this genetic discrimination? Should I feel bad? Part of me wanted to have children with him so that my awesome genes could “save” his maybe not so awesome ones. Take a GATTACA-like stand even. But that’s not how evolution works. And I do rather want my progeny to survive.
Keep in mind that the quality of his genetic material can in no way be verified. This has been entirely constructed in my head. But I think there might be something to it. I mean, the whole point of reproduction is to give your children the best possible chance to survive and subsequently reproduce. Perhaps this is the most real moment in the dating process I’ve ever experienced. It was an acknowledgement of the ultimate goal, which was brought clearly into focus. I’m dating to hopefully find an awesome partner to spend my life with, but even more so than that, I’m looking for sperm. I feel somewhat diminished and simplified by that statement, but there it is.
Is GATTACA coming? I do love spiral staircases…