The course of love is so fraught with randomness, apprehension and minefields, it’s amazing that any of us ever find good relationships. Yet we seem to be hardwired to keep trying, to break through the armor we all wear to make an intimate connection with someone. It will take someone really special to hang in there with Randie.
Time for a poem by me (written several years ago, and bowdlerized for US readers): *clears throat*
A map without coordinates;
A game without the rules;
It blinds the farthest-sighted man;
Turns sages into fools;
Sends you into the dark
Or makes you float on clouds above;
What do they call this fiendish thing?
My friends, they call it love.
The course of love is so fraught with randomness, apprehension and minefields, it’s amazing that any of us ever find good relationships. Yet we seem to be hardwired to keep trying, to break through the armor we all wear to make an intimate connection with someone. It will take someone really special to hang in there with Randie.
Randie is bit by the love-bug once more! How will it turn out this time? Stay tune-*is hit with brick*
And poor Mouse just can’t win.
Time for a poem by me (written several years ago, and bowdlerized for US readers): *clears throat*
A map without coordinates;
A game without the rules;
It blinds the farthest-sighted man;
Turns sages into fools;
Sends you into the dark
Or makes you float on clouds above;
What do they call this fiendish thing?
My friends, they call it love.