His Natural Blend
“The best portion of a good man’s life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.”
We all have bad days. It’s par for the course in the game of life. Frustrations mount, small things lead to big things and, before you know it, your day has been completely derailed.
Such was the story of my work day yesterday. Over and over again the right hand seemed to not have a clue as to what the left hand was doing. Miscommunication and one too many email threads and *POOF* an abundance of unnecessary busy work was created because someone wasn’t paying attention.
A co-worker of mine, who shall remain nameless, had me doing revision after revision because of his inability to keep his work straight. By the end of the day, I was livid. For me, there’s nothing more annoying than doing more work than necessary. I hate it when, rather than taking an extra two minutes to make sure it’s right the first time, people rush through things and others are forced to take an extra two hours fixing a problem that could have easily been avoided. I’m a firm believer in working smart, and taking the time to get it right the first time is the smartest way to work.
Now, when I say I was livid, I mean, I was mad at the world. The person who let the door close when I was only two steps behind them, the car that stopped short in front of me, the too-slow-to-cross-the-street pedestrian; they, in addition to my incoherent co-worker, were all pawns in an effort to make my life hell before I could make it home.
Once I made it to my door, I was ready to scream. My husband was already home and, as usual, said hello and asked me how my day was. “How was my day?” I scoffed. “I’ll tell you how my day was!” And with that, I unloaded every irritating detail from start to finish. Admittedly, I felt better after venting but I was still thoroughly upset.
My husband didn’t say much, he just listened and allowed me vent. After I finished he simply motioned for me to come sit with him. With a wave of his hand and a pat of the cushion, I obliged and nestled myself under his arm. After only a few minutes of sitting in silence, I felt significantly better.
Most people would say, “of course you felt better, the man you love is giving you some much needed affection.” To that, I would say you’re right; only, it’s much deeper than that. It can be argued that, had it been my best girlfriend or my sister, I wouldn’t have experienced the same level of relief as I did with my husband. Turns out, there’s a scientific reason for this.
According to a WebMD article, men's sweat may soothe a woman's soul. That’s because male pheromones relax women and stimulate a hormonal response. Researchers from the University of Pennsylvania say the odorless pheromones found in male perspiration can have a dramatic effect on both a woman's mind and body. A 2003 study found exposure to male pheromones can boost a woman's mood.
In the study, researchers applied extracts of underarm secretions from male volunteers to the upper lips of 18 women between the ages of 25 and 45. None of the women knew that male sweat had been applied to their lips, and some thought they were involved in a study of alcohol or perfume or even lemon floor wax. The women then rated their moods over a period of six hours of exposure; they consistently reported feeling less tension and more relaxed.
This explained so much about why the men in our lives have an effect on us that our female counterparts simply don’t have. Whether it be a husband, boyfriend, male friend, or brother, these are the people you should turn to first when you’re feeling like the world has it out for you. The proof is in the pudding or, better yet, the pheromones.