Forlorn.of.thee (fa'lo:n ŭv thē), p, my only strength and stay,forlorn of thee, whither shall I betake me, where subsist?
Paradise Lost by John Milton
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Thursday, July 12, 2007

Why?

We fall in love with the person we find attractive and when that someone is also attracted to us, we’re flying, out of this world, euphoric, wow! Able to face the ups and downs together, most of us do indeed survive!

But beware, one of the toughest challenge (that almost always comes out of left field)…. when in each others arms admiring the sunset, watching TV or even lying in post-coital bliss, is the question …. “Why do you love me, darling?”

Get it wrong and you’re a cactus, dead, extinct like a dodo :-)

Incorrect answers include..
Huh?
I don’t love you. I love your money.
Define “love”.
Why?
It’s your body I want (including references to any specific part of the body).

Spontaneous answers…
Because you are my life and I cannot live without you.
I don’t know. I just do!

Acceptable answers…
It’s your mind/ wit/ intelligence…
(You’re really smart and talented)
Love your sense of humour..
(You make me laugh)
You’re beautiful, good looking, sexy/ hot..
(You really turn me on)
Because you’re an inspiration to me..

So, you’re in love and you’re faced with that question…now you know what you say!


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From: http://snltranscripts.jt.org/85/85olove.phtml

Girl: Why? Why do you love me?

Guy: Why? Well, because.. because you're beautiful.. and because you're wonderful.. and because you're terrific.. and because you have a really great.. [ looks at her chest ] uh.. you're loveable! you're loveable, that's all.. [ she remains silent ] What?

Girl: You don't love me for me! What if I was fat? Would you love me if I was 300 pounds?

Guy: Your breasts would be bigger! [ laughs ]

Girl: Come on!

Guy: I'm joking! I'm joking here!

Girl: Would you love me if I was six inches tall, and you had to carry me around in a shoebox?

Guy: I love you!

Girl: What if my arm was 40 feet long, and you had to move it around in a truck.

Guy: Okay.. you talk so big? You talk big? Let me ask you something - would you love me if I was going bald?

Girl: [ thinking ] I would love you if everything you touched turned bald.

Guy: [ impressed ] Ooohhhh! I love you, I love you!

Girl: Would you love me if I refused to ever have sex with you again?

Guy: In a different way..

Girl: Would you love me if I hated you?

Guy: Now, wait a second!

Girl: Answer the question!

Guy: Wait a second..

Girl: God! You have to think about it?

Guy: No! I love you! I love you!

Girl: Would you.. love me if I was seeing someone else?

Guy: [ caught off guard ] What?

Girl: Would you love me if I was seeing someone on and off for the last eleven weeks, more on than off?

Guy: Now, now, now.. wait a minute, what's going on here?!

Girl: Just answer the question. [ phone rings ] That could be him.

[ phone rings again ]

Guy: Answer the phone!

Girl: Answer my question!

Guy: [ reaches over the bed, grabs the phone and slams it to the ground ]

Girl: Why, you crazy.. [ she picks the phone up from the ground ] Hello? Oh, hi, Mrs. Scarpelli. Yeah, he's right here, hold on a second..

Guy: [ takes the phone ] Hi, Mom! [ laughs ] No, Mom, everything's fine, everything's okay! I just dropped it down by accident! Yeah. Yes, Mom, I love you. Yes. A lot! Oh, come on, Mom..!

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