Love Don't Cost A Thing
© James C. Hess
With a certain regularity I am called upon by individuals I know (and some I don't), who want to know the secret of Love. Why they call on me with this request, and why it is they think I alone hold the answer to this age-old question only goes to provoke further questions, none with immediate resolutions.
Because, for whatever it may be worth, to do with what you will, I don't think I have The Answer to That Question.
Regardless, the interruptions into my life on this matter persist and I am left to come up with something that will serve to encourage these inquiring parties to Go Away. So far my efforts to stem these inquries have met with little or no success. Either that, or the answers I provide do lead to success and because they do said parties hold the assumption I know what I am talking, when it comes to matters of the heart.
Ironic, I think, considering my track record with regards to this matter is, well, less than stellar. Especially my high school years.
Although I no longer provide specifics as to how many dates I went on in high school I do offer this with regards to that insane period of my life: Love ain't what you might think it is, and if you think you are in Love, it is best to take time and figure out whether you are or not, because if you act in haste the odds are good you will end up paying for it for years and years to come.
Of course, if you are like me, when I was in high school, acting hastily may not be an option because, well, simply, bluntly, dates are not readily available for a variety of reasons ranging from the fact you are a dork, geek, knob, punk, goth, or just plain shy and dating isn't something that is found in your life.
Which brings you to a drastic possibility: Paying for a date, maybe even a girl- or boyfriend, with the perverted belief doing so will somewhichway lead you down that much-desired path of forever bliss and happiness.
A possibility you might spend years trying to undo.
Just ask the people who made "Can't Buy Me Love". Here was a romantic comedy so deliberately mean-spirited that to introduce love and sweet and tender and kind into it derailed the logic and reason at work. So bad was this movie that nothing could be done to save it from ruin.
