Why it’s great: Love makes you hot, cold, dizzy, happy, mad . . . I can’t explain it . . .

Got a feeling inside (Can’t explain)
It’s a certain kind (Can’t explain)
I feel hot and cold (Can’t explain)
Yeah, down in my soul, yeah (Can’t explain)

I said … (Can’t explain)
I’m feeling good now, yeah, but (Can’t explain)

Dizzy in the head and I’m feeling blue
The things you’ve said, well, maybe they’re true
I’m gettin’ funny dreams again and again
I know what it means, but …

Can’t explain
I think it’s love
Try to say it to you
When I feel blue

But I can’t explain (Can’t explain)
Yeah, hear what I’m saying, girl (Can’t explain)

Dizzy in the head and I’m feeling bad
The things you’ve said have got me real mad
I’m gettin’ funny dreams again and again
I know what it means but

Can’t explain
I think it’s love
Try to say it to you
When I feel blue

But I can’t explain (Can’t explain)
Forgive me one more time, now (Can’t explain)

I said I can’t explain, yeah
You drive me out of my mind
Yeah, I’m the worrying kind, babe
I said I can’t explain

— The Who

‘Now it might be a very romantic sight to some chaps, a light burning in a tower window. I knew a poem about a thing like that once. Forgot it now, though. I was no end of a one for poetry when I was a kid — love and all that. Castle towers came in quite a lot. Funny how one grows out of that kind of thing.’

— Evelyn Waugh, Decline and Fall

Make your man feel capable . . .

Good: “You are so strong!” “You are so smart!“
Bad: “Are you sure you know where you’re going?”

These are just examples, but you get the idea . . .

We’re on a budget . . . maybe I’ll write my love a poem. Seriously though, some flowers for sure . . . I’ll take her for dinner if she wants to, but we really are trying to cut back on the spending a bit.

Reality vs. romance . . .

By Lightning Epps

I fell in love with a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel at the Irvine dog park last night. I kept showing off, trying to get her to play with me, but she just wanted to sit by her owner. When they left, I sat and stared out at the parking lot for a while . . .

P.S. I’m over it now though.

Let’s begin this typical courtship process, shall we?

In the old days, greed and covetousness were seen as sinful; now they are encouraged. Jack Welch’s Winning sets the tone. The author grins manically from the cover - despite the silver hair, manicured nails and perfect teeth, he looks like Beelzebub incarnate.

But why is “winning” so great? Because, says Welch, it enables people to make lots of money which . . . erm . . . enables them to “get better healthcare, buy vacation homes, and secure a comfortable retirement”. That’s it. Those are the three goals of our mortal existence, otherwise known as more pills, more mortgages and more burglar alarms. Whatever happened to joy, pleasure, brotherhood? Whatever happened to enjoying life? Whatever happened to creativity? Whatever happened to love?

— Tom Hodgkinson

WINNIPEG, Manitoba — A Los Angeles man who sneaked into Canada in February to see his Internet girlfriend will be deported — minus all his fingers and some of his toes, the Winnipeg Sun newspaper reported Tuesday.

Continue reading Love Hurts — So Does Frostbite

Who shall blame him? Who will not secretly rejoice when the hero puts his armour off, and halts by the window and gazes at his wife and son, who, very distant at first, gradually come closer and closer, till lips and book and head are clearly before him, though still lovely and unfamiliar from the intensity of his isolation and the waste of ages and the perishing of the stars, and finally putting his pipe in his pocket and bending his magnificent head before her—who will blame him if he does homage to the beauty of the world?

— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

My wife is apparently a prime candidate for an extramarital affair, according to this article.

She denies it, of course:

“I have time for an affair?! I don’t even have time for lunch!“

Actually, I wasn’t reading the article to assess her potential for fidelity, which I already suspected was very low. I was looking for tips on how to hook up with some desperate housewives when she finally runs off with another man . . .

Today’s the day
We’ll say “I do”
And we’ll never be lonely anymore.

— The Dixie Cups, “Chapel of Love”

For decades, I thought this was just a happy, sappy little ditty . . . now I wonder if it isn’t one of the most bitterly ironic songs ever written.

We’ll love until
The end of time
And we’ll never be lonely anymore . . .

Love and marriage
Go together like a horse and carriage.

Ha Ha Ha! What a joke!

To young people, gay people, young gay people, I would say this:

Don’t confuse “I love you” with “I want to marry you.”

What do you seek, so pensive and silent?
What do you need, Camerado?
Dear son! do you think it is love?

— Walt Whitman, “Starting from Paumanok”

Most Favorite

• Annie Hall
• Casablanca
• The Graduate
• Lost in Translation
• The Music Man

Least Favorite

• An Affair to Remember
• Ghost
• An Officer and a Gentleman
• Titanic
• When Harry Met Sally . . .
• Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

Who possesses the wherewithal for labor or love without small consolations? Who can live?

— Jeredith Merrin, “Downtown Diner”

I took my son out for dinner tonight. We went to Hof’s Hut, his choice.

I’ve been to Hof’s Hut twice in my life. The other time was the first real date I ever had with a girl. I took her to Hof’s Hut and a movie, where she fell asleep.

That seems like just last week, and yet this week I find myself married with a 10-year-old son, who orders off the grownup menu for the very first time . . .

O to be yielded to you whoever you are, and you to be yielded to me
in defiance of the world!
O to return to paradise! O bashful and feminine!
O to draw you to me, to plant on you for the first time the lips of a
determin’d man!

— Walt Whitman, “One Hour to Madness and Joy”

Husband promises to break off affair with office receptionist if wife loses weight and gets breast implants. Wife schedules liposuction and breast enhancement. Husband fails to break off affair as promised. Wife runs over husband with car, killing him.

Colorado mom leaves six kids, ages 6 to 14, home alone with food, a credit card and $7 in cash while she takes a two-week vacation to Italy with her boyfriend.

A young couple in New Jersey held hands and stepped in front of an Amtrak train, electing to be simultaneously in one final embrace.

Relatives told The Associated Press that the couple were drug addicts who had been evicted from their apartment and saw suicide as their only way out, which takes a lot of the romance out of the story as far as I’m concerned . . .

BitterSweets