That's it. That's the pompitous of love. Dang, after all these years. Now I know what that line meant.

I agree with hobbitwoman and TtR's post. It's a very personal decision, and the person and timing have got to be just right.

Like cooking a 2 minute and 45 second egg. (OK, the simile's all wrong, but ya know?) Like picking just the perfect, ripe onion to add on top of the pizza. Like blue cheese and that je ne sais pas quois flavour of the muscatel. Like garlic snails on whole wheat crackers with peanut butter. Like smoked oysters and zig-zag papers. Like two-ply tissue and a runny nose. Like . . . . Oh, I could go on, but you know what I mean. If it ain't right, it ain't right.