Apparently love is no longer about woozy butterfly flutters, sweaty palms and racing hearts – it’s far more scientific than that. On a recent cyber-sleuthing mission, I came across a dating website that claims to partner subscribers based on their genetic compatibility. According to (whose byline reads, “Love is no coincidence”), we are programmed to seek out partners who have a similar DNA make-up to our own – it’s got to do with biological evolution, survival of the species, blah, blah, but essentially, the site claims that it has the scientific matchmaking formula and for $249 and a (decidedly unromantic) mouth swab, they can tell you whose genes you should be trying to get into.

Now something about all of this appears far too technical to me. I mean, what next…? A urine sample? That’s quite an icebreaker. It just seems to remove all the magic from the act of falling in love, turning it into something systematic, logical even. Besides, it leaves no room for personality matching or, god forbid I should be so superficial, visual attraction. I mean let’s face it, I may be genetically on a par with the Incredible Hulk but that doesn’t mean I want to have his little green babies. As I see it, the psychology of love involves attraction on multiple levels, some even subliminal.

So, while I’m not denying that the emotions involved in falling in love are hugely physiological, and I’m not disputing the fact that love actually has nothing to do with the heart and everything to do with head, I don’t think I’m alone in favouring the rather more esoteric notions of love (I mean it’s not as if Hallmark is selling Valentine’s cards of arrow-pierced brains). Putting a scientific spin on the whole business of falling in love seems to rob it of all the fun. It’s like a genetic pre-nuptial agreement: “Hey babe, I love you and all but won’t you take this quick test.”

Besides, shouldn’t love be more art than science?