Keith and I had an interesting bit of conversation today.
His buddy, who is also a divorcee, got married after dating his now second wife for six weeks. Don claims that he's in love. Keith told him (and I quote) that he was treating love like a high schooler. (end quote)
Then, on the phone with me, he goes into his own definition of love:
Love happens after a few months. You get to know all of the other person's annoying traits and then you ask yourself: "Can I put up with this?"
At face value it seems a bit harsh, but after thinking about it for awhile it makes sense.
Or at least I think it does.
--Annie