The girlfriend made scrambled eggs and corned beef sauce for me yesterday and promptly asked me to rate her cooking on a scale of 1 — 10. In deference to my recently found zen for “no bullshiting”, I rated her a 3 — for slightly edible.

I love well cooked meals (who doesn’t?). Do I love her less? Absolutely not.

I’ve come to realize that Love does require that you lose the googly eyes after awhile, so you can cherish the person you’re with — not the person you want to be with.