In love .... what?

In love… what?

Okay, a bit of thinking again. Do we really just fall in love or do we find ourselves with people who just make it easy to be loved. Laugh at our. I was blessed with such. What I believe mad me crazy was the fact that somebody understood me. Understood the dry sense of humour that I have. Saw the joke in my sarcasm. Drank as much alchohol as I did and discussed existentialism…. Never mind the fact that we failed 3rd year of Philosophy.

So what happens when we fall in love? Is it somebody who somehow embodies all the qualities of friends we had when we were younger? Somebody who at some level reminds us of that particular sexy lady who one would catch a glimpse of every time she stepped off the train. In that spantsula outfit, and them high heels and … yeah… you know the first person you appreciated at level that was unusual.

Before I mumble further, I have forgotten the purpose of this topic.

But, I would like to know about that lady… please, do tell about how you would miss out on McGyver and The A Team, just to see her…