Scrappy is wise, and I'm loving this discussion. But I'm still trying to figure out how Hec scaled the astral plane this morning before coffee.

I say again, Scrappy for Chief of Buffista Isle.

So? Wear to find someone to scrub the tub and then go to a show? (rhetorical question)

Finding someone with whom it is fun to share the mundane is rare and to be treasured.

::nods::

So? Wear to find someone to scrub the tub and then go to a show? (rhetorical question)

Change your OKCupid name to TubScrubber.

As always, P-C is pragmatic.

Scrappy truly is wise.

The couples I see who really enjoy their differences and take pride in the way they manage life together are the strongest and most likely to weather any storm with grace.

For every wedding I officiate, I offer a paragraph from Corelli's Mandolin about how love is what is left over when lust and romance burn away. Every couple who sees it wants it in their vows. That gives me hope for their lives together.

It's hilarious, omnis, and please. I'm not that sensitive.

Really, I'm not in a bad place, guys. I was in a bad place last year. Now I'm just sad and lonely. BIG difference.

Dating is not the most helpful method for figuring out whether you want to be with someone for the long haul. A loty of of people are fun to be with at a cool restaurant or movie or while having terrific sex.

I don't think you should marry anyone unless you can enjoy doing things with them like scrubbing the bathtub while they are in the other room struggling to get the trash bag out of the can. Finding someone with whom it is fun to share the mundane is rare and to be treasured.

I'll take either right now, but I'm definitely NOT looking for giggly "in love" stuff. Not a teenager.

But I know what I am missing is the long term thing. I liked that a lot, and I miss it. Fierce. It wasn't so much the bad days that did my relationship in (though they were, to a one, pretty effin' bad). It was the dearth of good or even stress-free mundane days that did it.

Romantic love=addiction, to my mind.

Oh, this is SO true. This is what has done in every. single. one. of my mother's relationships. She loves being in love. She loves the early giddy days of being in love when everything is sunshine and roses and lollipops and quite possibly pastel unicorns. Once real life sets in, however, that's when it's no longer fun and when she gets disillusioned.

And it's such a weird construct with her-- in the early days, she's content to play at being a traditional woman, subservient, everything in her life revolves around making the man happy. But soon enough, her true, independent nature reasserts itself and her behavior changes right along with it. That's when she wants to be the boss in the relationship and the poor schmucks are left standing there, wondering what the hell happened to their 5PM cocktails and breakfast in bed.

It was a hell of a sociology master class to grow up in.

For every wedding I officiate, I offer a paragraph from Corelli's Mandolin about how love is what is left over when lust and romance burn away.

Huh. That sounds just like a line from the pilot of the new Cupid. It may have been in the original too.

Meanwhile, I'm heading out to see Star Trek by myself, because my DH won't go and my two work husbands are unavailable.

Is this a thing elsewhere, or just at my work? You end up with a best friend at work who you usually lunch with, etc? We call them "work wives" even when they are guys.