If you thought I was going to ignore you, you must not have a grandmother in your life. In case you don’t, I’ll serve that purpose.
So, you say you don’t know what love is and you really don’t care, just bring it on! Let’s get on with the jollies! How do I love thee, let me count the ways. Uh, come to think of it, I don’t know. I just start with sex, and end with sex. Is there more?
So I say, “You poor dunce.” ——-
You don’t know how to make a girl feel special with the friendly wink of an eye?
You don’t know what it feels like to walk in the park with fingers intertwined with the prettiest girl in town?
You don’t know the satisfaction of knowing she might not be the prettiest but she loves being yours?
You don’t know how comforting it is to let her tell you about her kitty being run over by a car and you, the gallant listener, wipe away the tears with a tender touch of your thumb?
You never had a girl who was exclusively yours?
You think all of the above behaviors are designed to get a girl into the sack?
You have had lots of sex, but never with a sober girl?
You have had lots of sex, but only after making the girl cry because you threatened to leave?
You impregnated a girl, then told her to get lost?
You don’t know if she had the baby or got an abortion?
You do know. She had an abortion. You hurt. You cry. You see a dad teaching his toddler how to ride a tricycle. You hurt. You cry. You see a dad on the baseball field. You hurt. You cry. You remember, it was ten years ago today. You hurt. You cry.