The Right Woman

What is it about meeting the right woman that makes an ice-cold, logic-driven man melt like… candle-wax in the grip of feisty flames? Is it some sort of unseen electromagnetic radiation emitted by the woman that warps space and time around her thus imbibing a man with that peculiar floating sensation? Could it be just plain hormone-triggering chemicals, floating around and through her, that trips a man’s unwary sensory receptors sending him to overdrive? Could it be that this whole scenario is really an enactment of a sadistic plot cooked up by unseen forces? Or maybe it’s just a ritual of some sort that a man has to go through before the overlapping veils of ignorance lifts up and clears his vision! I do not understand it yet … but it sure feels good!