Building on our discussion about love [https://theredstringblog.com/tag/30th-knot] so far, having already talked about theories [https://theredstringblog.com/a-butterfly-in-the-hand] and experiences [https://theredstringblog.com/editions/standard/30/when-love-arrives], I thought it would be a good time to talk about fact i.e the biological science of love

On that note [https://theredstringblog.com/hot-damn-i-rock], here's another callback to an old article. Namely, Becoming Jaded [https://theredstringblog.com/becoming-jaded]. It's the piece I wrote last year explaining the oft come disappointments of dating, and urging women to keep the faith in love despite them. Well, since I wrote

I stumbled upon this meme some time ago, and as soon as I saw it, I thought to myself: "True! That is exactly what women want!" Then I immediately thought of the movie by the same name: What Women Want [http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0207201/], and it occurred to

Some of you may remember my article about "Becoming Jaded [https://theredstringblog.com/becoming-jaded]" written around this time last year. In summary, it was about how men go about breaking women's hearts because they are driven by powerful libidos; the emotional damage this causes, and how it may eventually lead

Sometime last year, I stumbled upon an article originally written by Fu-Zu Jen for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal and it was titled: Ode to the Nice Guys [http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/~jenf/writing/rant04.html]. As I read the article, I began to feel a warm and fuzzy feeling

I have to say that I agree with Wole Oguntokun [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wole_Oguntokun] in that what women want, or more specifically what women want from men, is a man who will enable them to be what they want to be. Unfortunately for both sexes, neither of

Recently, my father hosted a meeting for the Government College Ibadan [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Government_College,_Ibadan] (GCI) Old Boys Association [http://www.gcioba.net:8080/GCIOB-war/] of which he is a member. To this meeting came the wife of one of the old boys - Mrs. Lola

One night many years ago, I remember being on the phone with the love of my life a dear friend of mine during one of our many deep and long conversations, when the topic somehow drifted to love. I remember saying that I couldn't understand how boys like myself ( I