BS: What Love Really Is

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: GUEST,Blind D
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 01:33 PM

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Fibula Mattock
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 01:32 PM

This should take away the sickly sweet taste:
More crappy childrens' art work

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: John Hardly
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 12:58 PM

THE REST OF THE STORY:

...of course, when John Blanchard arrived at the big restaurant across the street, the lovely blonde was nowhere to be found. Seems that was Ms Maynell's first sight of the rather plain (and obviously not wealthy) John.

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Fibula Mattock
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 12:55 PM

BDiBR - you rock! You have the best cocktail recipes ever. I hope Officer Dana enjoys a Sloe Comfortable Screw with you sometime soon.

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: GUEST,Blind DRunk in Blind River
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 12:44 PM

I don't know what the flip you are talkin' about, Fibula Mattress, but if you want to fippin' vomit here is how:

Chug about 12 beer real fast. Chase it with a mickey of gin. Top that off with a glass of kalooa. Then go on the rollercoaster, ya flippin' hosehead!

You will toss your cookies good, man.

Don't bother sendin' me no thank you note, either.

- BDiBR

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Fibula Mattock
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 12:36 PM

I second Clinton's urge to vomit. I almost choked on the fluffiness. Besides, that girl in the green suit was the kind of woman who plays games, and that's never a good thing. Headwrecking cow.

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: GUEST,Blind DRunk in Blind River
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 12:31 PM

Love is like this. All yer life ya hated cops. I mean, just flippin' hate'd 'em, eh? Total flippin' undenialbe hate. And then...

Ya find yerself in love with one. Why? Cos she, like, takes the trouble to help you out when no one else would. Cos she don't laugh at you. Cos she sticks up for you when your, like, down an out and livin' at the bottom of the trash can in the flippin' joint with sycho murderers, eh?

And she gets ya some compuuter time every day in the jail so's you can, like, talk to your internette friends, eh? And she gives ya encouragement to bring out yer natural talents for writin' so's ya can, like, start earnin' a decnet livin' for a change and buy decent quality dope fer a change.

And she don't judge ya fer yer past nor take ya fer granted.

And all of a sudden ya realize that maybe you don't hate ALL cops, and that just maybe, deep inside the heart of some cops there is a totally decent person jyst cryin' to come out!

That is love. I am in love with Officer Jennifer Dana of the Sudbury O.P.P., recently transferred to Spanish, and I don't care who flippin' knows it!

And Clinton Hammond can go flip himself sideways with a Fuller brush! He ain't never played Blind River, and if he did I would personally kick his ass and run him outta town!

- BDiBR (Shane)

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Azizi
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 11:54 AM

Jerry, I appeciate your post on 05 Aug 05 - 07:24 AM.

Thanks for sharing those words with us.

I'm still learning too.


Azizi

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Bobert
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 08:16 AM

Sniff.....

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: GUEST,daylia
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 08:09 AM

Sexual attractiveness has nothing to do with love. What's so special or commendable about 'loving' someone (or something) who doesn't really tilt your kilt, so to speak?

Not much, imo. Just sit quietly and observe your average 6 or 7 year old for a while. I'm sure you'll see what I mean.

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: GUEST,muppitz at work
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 07:41 AM

I have an empathy with that story in a funny kind of way, I'm not the kind of person who bases a potential mate on aesthetics.
I think that it's a very important story and one which emphasises the importance of casting away superficialities.

muppitz x

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: jacqui.c
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 07:27 AM

At least it shows the book has been read.

The story is nice in that it recognises that it is the person that is important in any relationship, not the outward appearance, which is what too may people of either sex seem to think is the #1 priority and what the media drum into us day after day.

This thread shuld maybe be read in conjunctin with the supermodels thread - they both touch on the same sort of subject.

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Jerry Rasmussen
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 07:24 AM

That's a beautiful story. If you want to know whether it's love or just infatuation or romance, fast forward a couple of years when the couple has struggled through the reality of living love on a daily basis, with all of it's disappointments and demands. Real love is a commitment to another person that requires giving when you feel like taking, forgiving when you feel like getting even, being patient when you are sick of waiting, trying to understand someone when they do something that makes no sense to you.... love requires humility, generosity, sacrifice and hard work. Romance comes easy. Most divorces began with what we call love.

But, if you give yourself to it completely, the blessings are beyond anything you could imagine.

Still learning...

Jerry

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Emma B
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 05:48 AM

I could NEVER love the sort of person who writes notes in library books :>)

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: gnu
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 05:35 AM

Ah Clinton... it's a good story. A true, heartwarming fable. And, I'll bet beneath that brash, gruff exterior, you have a big heart, full of shhhugar.

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Marion
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 01:05 AM

Good one, Robomatic.

The Snopes website that mack/misophist mentions has many similar stories in their Glurge Gallery, which should be interesting reading both for those who like this kind of thing and those who enjoy disliking it....

I must say, my initial reaction to this story was similar to that of the Snopes reviewer - that it's based on some rather misogynistic assumptions. So it's a shining example of true love when a man condescends to eat dinner with his girlfriend, even if she's fat, old (over 40, for gosh sake!), and smart enough to wear shoes that don't cause physical damage?

Marion

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: mack/misophist
Date: 05 Aug 05 - 12:37 AM

If a thing is too good to be true.....
Here's what snopes says about it.

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Amos
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 11:46 PM

Clinton:

Pass the Listerine, man.

A

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 10:42 PM

Saccharine can't rot your teeth - but Sugar can... although it might poison you...

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Clinton Hammond
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 10:36 PM

Gah... what a load of saccharine...

I can still feel my teeth rotting....

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: robomatic
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 10:35 PM

I heard somewhere that love is staying up all night with a sick child








....or a healthy adult.

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: jacqui.c
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 10:17 PM

What a wonderful story.

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 08:47 PM

So sad that True Love has never crossed your heart jOhn... :-)

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Azizi
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 08:42 PM

Foolestroupe, that was a wonderful story!! Who wrote it?

I went to the website that was included in your post, but it gave no other information then what you posted. I was disappointed because I thought there would be more examples or more information.

I recall a recent Mudcat thread in which people shared how they met their husband, or wife. Many of those stories were as good as that "What Love Really Is" story.

Perhaps someone can provide a link to that Mudcat thread.

Subject: RE: BS: What Love Really Is
From: Rt Revd Sir jOhn from Hull
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 08:03 PM

waht all this is about?

Subject: BS: What Love Really Is
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 04 Aug 05 - 07:55 PM

What Love Really Is


John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose.

His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.

In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped over seas for service in World War II.

During the next year and one-month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.

When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel."

So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:

A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.

"Going my way, sailor?" she murmured.

Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.

And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful.

I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"

The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"

It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive.


"Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."

http://bs16.freeservers.com/true_love.htm