The Ring

Suddenly, the virgin is surrounding my existence again. Like he ever stopped.

It is due to this phones, reminding us of memories.

Photos from a year ago, where him and I finally got rings,

That had our names in it with the symbol of eternity-

Was on our fingers.

Was he really happy? I doubt so.

It was me-

Me and my 3 years craving for a symbol.

He could not resist my repetitions after that many years.

He was out of excuses and patience,

So he went and got us the rings-

The ones I chose.

He only cared about the colour.

He would not wear yellow gold nor the platinum.

He wanted the white gold only.

So I went with it.

After all, my dream was coming true:

Making us official.

I know how naive I sound.

But this is love.

Makes you even more naive.

As Shakespeare says,

“For to be wise and love exceeds man’s might.”

I was wise before (and after) him…

The ring did not last long.

He took it off whilst playing volleyball-

And most probably- whenever he was around girls he liked-

And near his mum- having a tantrum at me,

Just cause I was upset with his ”over the top” intimacy

with a girl from work.

She was one of his crushes.

One of the twenty I knew of.

She was asking if they could go alone to a concert-

without me.

I lashed out.

He lashed out- accusing me for lashing out.

He took off the ring

Threw it on the floor-

Shouted.

Near his mum…

That I was suffocating him with my jealousy.

Like I was wrong all along.

He was always right.

I should have kept silent.

Or he could play the dramatic act,

And show everyone that he was the victim.

Victim of a …

???

Lover???

I still can’t name it exactly.

Perhaps, he knows what it is.

He’s always ready to put the blame on me.

I was suffocating him with my love!! Yes here it is,

It was a gigantic love-

That did not give him the space to love back.

Cause I loved enough for the two of us.

I cared enough- or too much!

Anyways,

Now, somewhere

He is still complaining about me.

That I loved too much!

Things could have been much better if only…

I did not love that much..

If he could only feel

More masculine,

More giving,

More caring…

But I did it all…

He felt incompetent faced with my love,

As he said.

He wanted someone,

That loved just enough.

That cared just enough .

But not too much.

Someone not as motherly

and protective as I was.

Someone that was more human,

Less stable,

More histrionic,

Riskier.

He last said,

I was his safe harbour,

And he was meant to sail off…

I still can’t understand what he meant.

Love Lessons from Prairie Voles: What Rodents Can Teach Us About Commitment

The prairie vole is a well-known animal, especially in the scientific community, for its fascinating mating and monogamous behavior. Researchers have long been captivated by this small rodent, studying what makes its rare commitment to lifelong partnerships so intriguing. I fully understand that a well-educated neuroscientist might not learn much from this paper. Even I knew about prairie voles around 10 years ago… Considering that I was still a teenager with a developing prefrontal cortex, it shows that this information is widely popular—it’s not (only) that I was particularly wise back then.

Ah, the lovely prairie voles… I’ve always been very fond of them. I once had a dream where I told someone about my concerns for a rodent in distress. Not a cat or a dog, like literally everyone these days!

Today, as a devoted researcher of mating behavior, I was rereading the world-renowned research article on, well… yes, prairie voles.

Published in Nature back in 2006, when I was still a little girl playing with Barbies, Edwards and Self were researching why only a small number of animals are strictly monogamous. It’s monogamy or the highway, as they say!

https://www.nature.com/articles/nn0106-7

They found that different amounts of neurotransmitters, and thus their receptors (which go together like love and marriage), were at play.

For the curious non-neuroscientists: there’s a tiny, addictive area in our brains called the “nucleus accumbens,” which is highly associated with excitement and pleasure.

It’s the endpoint for dopamine, sent from another reward center called the VTA, and it generates motivation—motivation to pursue a partner, 🦑

find good food, 🍄

study neuroscience, 🧠

or even learn the R programming language for better statistical analysis.

Surprising as it may be, I’m spending all my motivational output from my beloved mesolimbic pathway on things that aren’t rose petals, porcini risottos, or lovers serenading from beneath my balcony. Of course, R and neuroscience are definitely worth the sacrifice of my youthful, romantic days!

But let’s get back to the real stars—those adorable prairie voles!

They should be role models for all men (and some women, though less frequently) who put a ring on someone and yet court others with a heartbeat.

From what humanity’s flaky commitment trends have taught us, trusting a man to stay loyal can be… tricky.

Meanwhile, these sweet little munchkins remain like fairy tale dreams, rarely coming true (p-value 0.000000000001 and effect size Cohen’s d being 0.000000000001).

In non-statistical terms (since I am no statistician and shall not speak like one), finding a man with the loyalty of a prairie vole is like finding a 500-carat pink diamond on the pavement—possible, but not very likely!

Male prairie voles have more D1 and D2 (dopamine) receptors in their nucleus accumbens. Specifically, they have more D1 receptors, which inhibit them from cheating—or, in more polite terms, from approaching a stranger female—once they’ve bonded to a beautiful female vole via their D2 receptors.

https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC2994774/

Long critique short:

Get your human males checked for their dopamine-related genes (DRD4, COMT, and DAT1) to learn their genetic predisposition for cheating, a.k.a. wandering off with other women while you could be raising their child.

https://www.genexdiagnostics.com/promiscuity-gene-drd4-test

And lastly, I forgot to mention: male prairie voles bond for life, which is why they are the sweetest rodents—sweeter than chipmunks and capybaras!

Long live prairie voles, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health!

Neuroscientist & Neuropsychologist Pinar S.