Well Suited

I've always been able to separate feelings from chemosignals. A shot of dopamine, a dash of serotonin, and a sprinkle of oxytocin-and bam-you're in love. And when egg meets sperm, you're pregnant. I couldn't even be surprised as I stared down at the little blue plus sign-because I knew exactly when and how and with whom it happened. The upside? I don't have to go looking for a suitable mate. Genet...