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There have never been more experts with more theories about what might make two perfect strangers perfect for each date. But would finding a mate be easier if science took away the guesswork? To find out, we sent two eligible writers—one from ELLEone from Esquire—on what might be the longest blind date in history.

Three weeks, two dates, and extensive counseling with a psychologist, a bioanthropologist, and a geneticist later, they found out just what it means to be compatible in the twenty-first century. Nate sex : We start off with a hug. It's our first real meeting, our first actual date, and before we sit down at a snug two-top in a well-lit restaurant, she greets me at the door with a warm if tentative embrace.

Now: I am not a natural-born hugger, at least not with people I don't know, and so the hug took me by surprise. How else are you supposed to say hello to someone who in a few hours will know more about you than you've told most of your friends and blood relatives?

That was the plan for the night: Our respective editors set us up on a blind date or what would come to seem like one very long, three-week blind date to see just how compatible we might be and to learn what compatibility even means in the age of Tinder and Instant Chemistry genetic testing, and we figured we might as well take the time to get to know each other. For our first outing, we would sit across from each other and ask and answer a list of 36 increasingly personal questions that had been devised by psychologists to foster closeness between perfect strangers like us.

Weeks before, the questionnaire had been popularized by a New York Times column—published as Valentine's Day and its chocolate sirens hurtled toward the lonely, under the title " To Fall in Love with Anyone, Do This. I told Keziah we shouldn't do them. At least not during dinner. Though that was mostly a blind to schedule after-dinner drinks. So we ate and meandered instead through normal first-date talk—the kind date most people lament but I actually enjoy.

The conversation never stalled, we laughed constantly, and she made fun of my fidgeting with the millions of forks only once and did so kindly, as a way of relating, since her father does the same thing. She doesn't wear much makeup, because she's pretty and she doesn't seem to need to, and the more I looked at her, the more I liked looking at her, noticing how her cheeks gently swelled as she smiled.

I know that's uncouth. Oh, blind. I was having fun, and this first impression of her, at least after two hours of boozy banter, was a good one. At the bar afterward, being a romantic, I suggested we do some shots. We received generous tequila pours. Then we waded into the 36 questions. They didn't pry much at the beginning "Whom would you want as a dinner guest? It took hours, and I learned so much about her—none of which I disliked.

There were moments when I looked at her, my old-fashioned dwindling, and thought about whether I would try to kiss her later—and yet This wasn't intimacy. This was a script. Not just blind script—a script of questions so personal that they vacuumed away all the wonderful mystery about her.

I didn't want to know her opinion of her family already. I didn't want to know her worst memory already. I didn't even want to know date things she liked about me already. I was learning things that, by being revealed date clinically, snuffed out my curiosity about them and the chance to know how she would, over time, choose to tell me them.

You learn something essential about a person not just through who they are but through how and when they tell you who they are. And by figuring each other out, sneaking looks into each other's eyes, and touches on each other's legs.

You know: worthy of trust. The kind generated by what you want to say instead of what you're instructed to. I realized at the end of the questions that I would never know what she would've date me freely had she actually come to trust me, and that gave me pause. This is likely some combination of last night's double tequila shot and the fact that 24 hours after our first date, I'm in couples therapy with a guy who knows more about me than my last long-term boyfriend did—knows, for instance, what I'd most regret not having told someone were I suddenly to die.

I glance over at Nate. His shoes are nice. He's clean-cut in a cool way; Tom Cruise-esque in stature; 6 and his eyes, which are almost gray, crinkle sweetly when he smiles. My parents would love him. Because we're trying to build a relationship rather than fix a broken one, Sex is giving us the premarital treatment, which is kind of his sweet spot— Happily Ever After details how to make scientifically informed decisions on the hunt for Mr.

Forever through a blend of real-life anecdotes and hard date one chapter begins with a glimpse into a blind new relationship and slides seamlessly into an analysis of why we regularly ignore early warning signs of incompatibility, citing studies from Purdue University, the Gottman Institute, and Harvard that explain our often optimistic blindness. Interestingly, another study shows that premarital therapy can cut the likelihood of divorce by a third, while yet another finds that 25 percent of married couples who start seeing a counselor report feeling worse about their partnership than they did pretherapy.

In theory, it's easier to strengthen something before cracks appear than to mend it after. We're ahead of the game. Way ahead blind it. First up on the docket: Disclose our relationship histories. Tashiro is a firm believer in divulging secrets sex making any commitment, whether you're moving in together or just getting a dog.

Because fate loves a good joke, the first question is about height. I'm 5'7", gravitating toward shoes that allow me to tower, and dudes who tower over me. In the spirit of honesty, I select the 5'10" to 6' category, which overshoots Nate. Should their intelligence level be dull, average, bright, or very bright?

As I finish selecting my answers, I glance over at Nate and realize that I'd like to be the type of person who measures up to his ideals. And when Tashiro compares our answers, he tells us, optimistically, that we want the same things.

We could've both felt strongly about religion but had opposing beliefs or political leanings, but instead, blind, kindness, and attractiveness rank highest in importance for both of us. We're even looking for the same levels of each trait: moderately kind, very bright, and about an eightieth percentile in attractiveness. Actually, Nate's looking for anywhere from a six to an eight. So this holds up as long as we both think the other blind is intelligent, attractive, and kind.

For his part, Tashiro thinks we are both all of these things. And I think I can at least pass for a solid seven. Finally, we have to date the looking for. Nate is crystal clear on this casual, one-or-two-dates-a-week situation with little communication in the interim, but insists upon monogamy. Conveniently, this is what I want to want, though my track record says otherwise: When I'm dating someone and his interest seems to cool, my play-to-win instincts kick in regardless of whether I actually like the guy.

But there's a strange comfort in hearing Nate's expectations. Theoretically, I know exactly what Sex in for. If he schedules a date, it's because he wants to.

If I don't hear from him for a few days, it's because he's sex his stories for when we meet in person. And if he can spell out his wants, so can I; it's liberating to smother my self-consciousness and allow myself to voice—for once—that I might actually want to communicate with the object of my affection, like, daily. Tashiro assures us that our conflicting needs are relatively minor and definitely surmountable given our intense compatibility in other areas, and this assurance in itself is one of the major draws date couples counseling—an expert reminding you to notice all the good things about the relationship instead of getting mired in the bad.

Throughout the hour and a half, I find myself feeling good that Nate has already told me many of the personal details he's now sharing with Tashiro, and that he has heard many of mine. I know him, I think. And, pleasantly, surprisingly, I want to know more. Nate: We went out again, blind time to Chelsea Piers Sports Center, where I found myself up 45 feet above the ground, a harness hugging my crotch, my arms throbbing, hyperaware of my grunting, a pouch of chalk tied around my waist, a professional stunt double yelling instructions from the padded floor below, all as pictures of my gracelessness were being taken.

We were rock climbing, in case you couldn't guess. Studies have shown that there sex something about enduring danger together that can bring a man and a woman closer.

In one study, men's attraction to an attractive female interviewer was measured as they stood on two different kinds of bridges: One prone to swaying, situated high above shallow waters; the other much sturdier, only 10 feet above the water. Sex study found the men to be far more attracted to the woman— to bring up sex in their survey responses, to call her after the study for more information—when they were scared. The heights didn't make me more attracted to Keziah or stir any dormant animalism in me or trick me into thinking it was my last chance to have sex before I plummeted to my death.

We were just having fun, and as much as I enjoyed watching her move, I preferred the view from across the table, over drinks. The following week, my planned spontaneous text to her about Valentine's Day was foiled by her texting me before I texted her, then her having plans when I date we go out that night, then me getting a cold that kept me from the "boozy brunch" blind suggested for the day after.

And by the time I got better—with the burden of instigating the next date on me—I had spent so much time thinking about our date that spending more time thinking about a date while on a date didn't feel appealing. Keziah: Sometimes when you're looking for love, you find yourself spitting daintily blind a test tube next to your most recent blind date.

The tube's part of a kit sex Instant Chemistry, a Toronto-based biotech start-up that specializes in analyzing the genetic, emotional, and psychological compatibility between partners. Sex Nate has ever felt an ounce of attraction toward me, watching me drool into the vessel's small opening will certainly eradicate any such feelings.

We cap our samples, releasing a watery blue fluid to mix with the saliva, and drop them into the biohazard material bags in which they'll travel back to Canada for analysis. According to Instant Chemistry's website, "Analysis of the genetic sex of two individuals can help determine whether two individuals will experience physical attraction and compatibility when they meet for the first time.

Genetic testing for compatibility is a relatively recent scientific pursuit. The earliest study is the oft-cited experiment in which women smelled sex collection of various men's shirts, then picked the shirt whose smell they were least disgusted by—overwhelmingly, they chose the shirts of men whose set of human leukocyte antigen genes the ones that help determine immunity were most different from their own.

The upshot: Opposites really do attract! Except, of course, when they don't. A study published last year in Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences found that, statistically, spouses share more genetic similarities than random pairings do.

This finding is totally counterintuitive given, um, incest, but nevermind—it's good news for Nate and me: My editor says we look alike 13 ,which I take to mean we might share some DNA sequences. Date week later, we get e-mails from the Instant Chemistry bot: "Hooray, your results are in! Given the diversity of our HLA genes, it's likely that we would make good, tough babies, since, as the site romantically puts it, "it is thought that the high diversity of HLA genes in humans increases the chances that at least blind people will survive a pandemic.

This increases the likelihood of date of the human race. I pause at a section describing our dopamine receptors—they're the fun ones that influence happiness and lust.

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And, ironically, the faceless ideal has started to look a lot like Nate. Nate is crystal clear on this casual, one-or-two-dates-a-week situation with little communication in the interim, but insists upon monogamy. If he schedules a date, it's because he wants to. I tried to stay in the moment as we kissed. We all know that hugs promote the release of oxytocin, and a study out of Bonn University shows that a hit of oxytocin in men stimulates heightened attraction to their partner and decreased attraction toward other women. I tried my hand at whitewater rafting and found I loved the feeling of being in control of the boat, as I rode the waves, the taste of river water on my lips, the wind lashing at my hair.

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