I specialize in one sided romances. I have never told the object of my affection that I loved him, having learned in college that, as a woman, I am a bad joke.
But I do fall in love. And I always get over it. I loved one man so much it hurt. Now, his wife and I are good friends, and I'm just as happy I didn't marry him. He's a Republican.

Sooner or later you'll notice the hairs in his nose, or the deficits in his brain, and wonder what you ever saw in him.

The last man who decided I was the great love of his life was a nutcase, who was hoping I made enough to support him. No thank you. I'm much better off with my cats.