I mean, it must be weird and scary for women to get ogled everyday and know they have all that sexual power. (Having any kind of power can be scary and stressful, but one that zaps big sweaty blokes into an ogling action must be particularly so. It must be like walking into a really dodgy northern pub dressed in a fine white suite and Fedora hat.)
It's hard to tell how much self-awareness is involved or how much is natural. Obviously, women dress more (or as much) for themselves and eachother (I mean, I'd say that £5 flowery housedress they (perhaps) "wouldn't be seen dead in" is 100 times more attractive to men than the height of New York fashion). Likewise, with men (myself included) it's hard to know how much is love pain and how much is self-pity.
On the other hand, I remember some 'many a true word' jokes by Dylan Moran about how men go a bit loopy over women they fall in love with. All of a sudden, you don't care about anything else, your job, your home, food, even sex. I've felt that once or twice, but not for a long long time now and I don't really want to. I know it gives an immense feeling of exhilaration, but I do think there's something slightly psychotic about it -albeit without the aggression.
I mean, research has revealed that men's testosterone levels plummet when they're in love whilst women's testosterone rises. Basically, women become more like men and vice-versa. I think this might explain a lot! It wouldn't surprise me at all, if, at some point in the future, a vaccine or a pill cure for love is developed for those poor souls who become hopelessly smitten.
As for love songs, unless you're talking about the likes of Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Neil Young, The Beatles, Harry Nilsson, etc, I'm not sure I agree that love has inspired the greatest songs. I can't see me downloading The Love Album '83 anytime soon.