Love? Oh, you mean between a man and a woman? Because I could tell you about love between a man and his land, a man and his office equipment, a man and his stable of horses, but between a man and a woman, I'm... not so sure. My knowledge of such is very limited. Often, I'll see a woman that grabs my attention, in a way that part of me wants to take her out, wine her and dine her, tell her how much I appreciate the way she moves, but another part of me wants to watch her take her shoes off, and brush her hair, don't ask me if that's normal. You know what I love? The smell of an old car. Most people, the kids, they like the smell of new cars. Not me, to me they smell too sterile, too safe. I like that old, musky, almost rancid smell of hot plastic seats and ancient cigar smoke. Give me an old car paired with a light helping of waffle fries and now we're talkin'. The only thing is, waffle fries and old car smells can't love you back the way a woman can. Love is educational. You learn alot about yourself through it - like, you learn that you should only love one woman at a time, and that you shouldn't say "now that's the spirit!" when your woman says "I love you". I learned that the hard way. But that's how I learn most things, the hard way.
Happy Valentines Day.
