The first reaction is a mix of disappointment and indignation: you spend all day running to not miss a single class at the gym or Pilates, invest a considerable amount of money in various beauty treatments and creams, and demonstrate the willpower of an ascetic against any possible excess carbohydrates. He, on the other hand, doesn't hesitate to attack any good choripán that crosses his path, drinks beer as if every day were New Year's Eve, hasn't set foot in a gym for years old, and looks at you with hatred every time you suggest an anti-wrinkle cream. Of course, none of this seems to matter to him, because he also considers himself immortal. Clearly, both of us have a different image of what it means to be a god on Mount Olympus (yours is inspired by a fantasy with Channing Tatum).
We ask ourselves: how did we get to this point?, does he no longer care about seducing me?, is it my fault for not demanding more from him or do I have to be more understanding?, with the certainty that what's at risk is desire and, with this, the future of our relationship.
But the truth is that this turning point is a bridge that all couples cross late or early, and it's linked to what we know as the chemistry of love: when we fall in love, we experience biochemical changes that produce effects comparable to those of consuming chocolates. That's why we link the idea of eating a bonbon to the first image we make of our love. Being with him, kissing him, looking at him intensely, releases hormones (such as dopamine and oxytocin) in our body that, among other things, help us focus on the qualities of the other person that cause pleasure..., hiding from unimportant everything else. According to researchers, this stage can last from 6 months to 3 years, after which all the hidden fluff under the carpet comes out.
Wrapping
Along with the hormones that provide a selective vision, our mind supports the bonbon operation starting from another operation that psychology calls investing: it's about linking certain energy to a representation so that it has a special meaning for us. Just as we invest precious minutes in our personal care and can justify any expense for a good cream, at some point we put our energy into justifying how cool the messy haircut of that man was, his worn-out shoes or the relaxed way he invited you to a happy hour on Monday. Once lost investments are resigned, everything is reinterpreted: it doesn't make you feel even a little bit good that, in total disregard for that growing beer belly, the gentleman decides to drink alcohol any day of the week.
Filling
But what we tend to overlook is that they also face the same disillusionment. Ask yourself if you would like him to judge you solely based on your physical appearance. What about your intelligence, the dedication with which you care for your family, your sweetness, your creativity...? It seems easy to see the wrinkle in someone else's eye, but Do we really want the measurement of our waist to be the measure of our love? Or do our conversations revolve around diets and calorie counts? Let's start by understanding that that fright at the other person's wrinkle is, in reality, fear of our own wrinkle, and let's propose seeing it as a sign of experience, of time spent together. As something positive. The other person functions like a mirror, it's easier and less harsh to see it on them than on ourselves.
Practical keys
Take out the automatic: there's no mystery or attraction if there's no space for surprise. We shouldn't assume we know what the other is thinking or feeling. Communicating isn't just about expressing yourself: it's much more important to learn how to listen. And not just with your ears, you can also listen with your body. By paying special attention to a slight touch, this gesture can become highly erotic. But if we're going at cruise speed, we'll be unable to register it. Before complaining about the un-erotic belly, check if you're not the one avoiding giving sufficient attention to the silent conversation of the senses.
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