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What is love? Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more.

During an impromptu lunch at Red Lobster my co-workers and I discussed the impromptu topic of love. Our conversation got me thinking….what is love? According to movies love is never having to say your sorry, and holding someone’s hand until you freeze to death in the Atlantic Ocean. If my experiences with the elusive four letter word have taught me anything it’s that everybody has they’re own definition of “love”.

So thats why one torturous Saturday at work (I waitress) I decided to take a break from being a star employee and ask my co-workers what they thought relationship “love” was in one sentence.

The results were not scientific, but they were caused the motor wheels in my brain to turn a little. 

The Question: What is love to you?

The Answers:

Herbert “HB”: When you can stand being around someone for more than 10 minutes.

Nina: When you can trust them someone and respect them, and you will go the extra mile for them.

Angie: Love is unconditional.

Vannak: When you can’t eat, shit , or sleep without them.

Karly: Loving someone despite their flaws and fucking imperfect they are.

Casey: Love is being with someone and knowing that no matter what else is going on being with them is all that matters. And really, really good sex.

Amanda: I’m not sure I believe in love.

Shannon: Love is a “Mutual Addiction”.

Chris: The ultimate test of tolerance.

Sara: Not being afraid to be yourself around someone.

Tony: When you have a kid.

I work with many more people than are listed here, but unforuntely I did not get to ask everyone the question because eventually I had to get back to waiting tables. Bummer.

However, many of my co-workers had to really think about what love was to them. Maybe that’s because it’s a general question, or maybe it’s because it’s a question that people aren’t directly asked on the regular.

Countless books, movies, and songs are written about it, people live and die for it, and a gillion internet dating sites are devoted to the hope of finding it. 

Thanks to Michael Bolton we know what happens “When a Man Loves a Woman”, and Adam Sandler’s “Somebody Kill Me Please” via the movie “The Wedding Singer” sums up the suicidal feelings that tend to come along with the harsh sting of heartbreak. And who knew Kanye West was such a little bitch when it came to heartbreak?!?!

We know what when some is just not that into us. Fuck, there’s a movie AND a book dedicated to the notion that there’s a good chance that most of the people we date don’t give a shit if we live or die.

Then you have the movie “The Notebook” which encompasses every 14 year old girl’s dream. Two star-crossed lovers who probaly don’t even know each others middle names deciding to “make it honest” after facing a minimal amount of challenges. 

Let me just point out a couple of things about “The Notebook” that are NOT true to life:

First, in real life that guy never woulda worked up the motivation to rebuild that house for her. Did you see that house?!?! That overgrown shack was all but burned to the ground! I find it quite suspect that he managed to rebuild that mess by HIMSELF. In real life he would’ve accepted defeat, and planted himself in front of the Playboy channel with a six pack, and a bowl of chips.

Second, after Allie got engaged to money bags she wouldn’t have thought twice about her broke ex-boyfriend. Take it from somebody whose dated a whole lot of broke. While dating a winner I never sat back and thought “Gee, I wonder what that bum is up to….”

Third, the only realistic part of the movie is the fact that Allie doens’t like Noah in the begining, but ends up dating him anyway since he chases her down like a rabid street hound would chase a steak tied to a stick.

However, this does not stop me from getting drunk and watching “The Notebook on a regular basis.

Why? Because despite popular belief I want to believe in the idea of “love”. 

In conclusion, love can be a haneous bitch goddess from the planet “fuck you”. On the other love can be everything my co-workers described, and maybe whole lot more.

In the meantime, I’ll keep reading countless self-help books related to the topics of dating and relationships, listening to light FM, and rewinding that last scene in Titanic where Rose is supposed to “Never let go.”

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