Hickeys will not be addressed here today
I'm sitting here in my VD best- lips tie, used car salesman sport jacket, black pants that don't seem to fit quite right anymore, and black socks, trying to come up with some sticky gooey confection of love that can shake some people right out of their blahvalentine'sday tree. I'm not doing too well.

Love without hickeys. Burgers without fries.
The farther away I get the more perfect it becomes. There have been moments, sure, but none like those. I'm not sure I even know anymore if what I remember is real. I can no longer separate fantasy from the memory. It was the perfect size, shape, taste. If I concentrate, I do recall moments of imperfection- things got too hot, or I got too full. Now, several years later all that has blurred. Now, I only remember the good times. The fun times, the way things were going to be. The smiles. The laughs. A love so savory it needed nothing else. It's almost legend now. My heart beats for it almost daily. I miss it. I crave it. I can live it without it of course, but is that what I really want? Life always seems to be missing something. At the the time, I paid a price, sure. But I'd pay it again, twice even to have that back, to once again share in the joy of a Booches burger.

I went to 5 Guys today. They have a lovely burger of their own. One of the area's best, I'm told. It was piled high with toppings and condiments. It was a fine burger in its own right, but when my friend turned to me and asked "Is it the best you've ever had?" I had to answer with a heavy heart, "No. That spot is reserved for another. My first. The greatest love I have ever known. The burger with soul. The burger that made me want to be a better man. The burger that I cannot seem to forget." And she said, "You're strange."

"Love will do that to you."

Still no hickeys
I find it fascinating that in a time that "we" are so obsessed with reality, we don't believe anything. Is it really so hard to believe That Pepsi Girl could inspire her own following. Some people are asking if they've stumbled onto a corporate site. We're so desperate for real that we won't believe a thing.