Thursday, March 25, 2010

Love of My Life

Until I met my current boyfriend I'd never had anyone refer to me as, "the love of his life." Well, one time a guy I was seeing mentioned my name in the same sentence as the phrase, "love of my life," but it was more like, "I can't be with you anymore because I've met the love of my life." (This actually happened to me. Ouch. It's cool, though, because the love of his life now has an order of restraint against him.)

That's a pretty heavy thing to say to someone: You are the love of my life. Dramatic, and oh-so effective. Guys, I suggest you use it sparingly, as it has the tendency to turn a woman into a quivering, blubbering fool. You'll also open a window of about an hour after uttering it where she will do whatever you want her to do. Please, use this power for good rather than evil.

I was convinced I'd met the love of my life within about six seconds of seeing my boyfriend. It was confirmed when he told me he'd kiss me, even if I had terrible garlic breath. That, my friends, is love.

P.S. After publishing this post I cracked open the fortune cookie that accompanied my sushi lunch. The fortune: You are demonstrative with those you love. Aw, that's nice.

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