1. Evolution/Attraction: If
we take our cue from apes, rosy cheeks are crucial in the dating game, says a
new study. Scientists at Stirling University in Great Britain have found that
primates prefer mates with red faces. A rosy glow might also act as a similar
cue in humans, say the British researchers, sending a message of good health.
2. Sign of loyalty: Neuroscientists
have noted that women blush more than men and therefore women may use it to
demonstrate their honesty to men and foster trust. 'Blushing it tell you
that I can't cuckold you,' V.S Ramachandran from the University of California
said.
'If you ask me about
infidelity I can't lie - my blush gives me away.'
3. Pleasure: MRI
scans of the brain have shown that there’s more activity in those parts of the
brain that are concerned with pleasure and arousal. That’s the result of two
neurotransmitter hormones. There are other hormones involved as well, which are
secreted from the posterior part of the pituitary. These cause your blood
pressure to go up and the blood flow increases to your cheeks – and that’s why
you blush.
These are just theories and no
solid explanation has been given till date on blushing.
Well, also there are
scientific proofs that people in love experience butterflies in stomach, loss
of sleep, obsession and suppressed social judgement. All in all, love makes one
crazy.
If someone thinks absence of
these signs mean you are not in love, read what Shakespeare gotta say here.
As you like it, Act 3 Scene 2
ORLANDO.
I am he that is so
love-shaked: I pray you tell me your remedy.
ROSALIND.
There is none of my uncle's
marks upon you; he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes
I am sure you are not prisoner.
ORLANDO.
What were his marks?
ROSALIND.
A lean cheek; which you have
not: a blue eye and sunken; which you have not: an unquestionable spirit; which
you have not: a beard neglected; which you have not: but I pardon you for that,
for simply your having in beard is a younger brother's revenue:-- then your
hose should be ungartered, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your
shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation. But
you are no such man; you are rather point-device in your accoutrements, as
loving yourself than seeming the lover of any other.
ORLANDO.
Fair youth, I would I could
make thee believe I love.
ROSALIND.
Me believe it! you may as soon
make her that you love believe it; which, I warrant, she is apter to do than to
confess she does: that is one of the points in the which women still give the
lie to their consciences.
(In simpler English)
ORLANDO
Well, I’m the man you’re
speaking of. Please, tell me your cure.
ROSALIND
But you don’t have any of the
symptoms my uncle told me about. He taught me how to recognize a man in love,
and you’re not a prisoner of love, I’m sure.
ORLANDO
What did he say the symptoms
were?
ROSALIND
A thin face, which you don’t
have; a sleepless, sunken eye, which you don’t have; an irritable temper, which
you don’t have; a neglected beard, which you don’t have—but that might not be
so telling, since you don’t have much beard anyway. Your stockings should be
falling down around your ankles, your hat flying off your head, your sleeves
unbuttoned, your shoes untied, and everything about you demonstrating
carelessness and misery. But you’re no such man. You’re so neat and well
put-together that you look like you love yourself more than anyone else.
ORLANDO
Young boy, I wish I could make
you believe that I’m in love.
ROSALIND
Make me believe it? You might
as well make the one you love believe it, which she’s more likely to do than
admit that she does—that’s one of the ways that women fool their own
consciences.
