In the early 1960's there a sitcom on TV called The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis. It was pretty cheesy even as far as 1960's sitcoms go. The main character would give a running narrative on all of the women in his school he was in love with, tried to go out with, and he didn't get any of them. The show is probably better known for giving Bob Denver of Gilligan's Island's fame his start in TV.
One of my female friends, let's call her "Butt Scratch", suggested that I am in love with the idea of being in love. I hate to admit it but Butt Scratch might actually be on to something. I have been in love a lot over the past couple of years but I read something on Twitter the other day that made me stop and think about the concept of love. I read that "experts" say that if a relationship lasts three months or less it was just infatuation. Four months or longer, it is considered love. I guess in between three and four months is that gray period where you are unsure.
I believe I have truly been in love a few times but the cut off point for my relationships seems to be at about the three month mark. I do not believe that those I loved, loved me in return but that is for them to decide. Maybe I never should have shown them my Longfellow. I still carry a little piece of them with me everywhere I go. They meant something to me at one time.
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