Comments on: I Love You: Three Thoughts on Love

By: Bill

Bill — Tue, 07 Jun 2011 17:04:38 +0000

We used to substitute the word mud, like, La la la, falling in mud again… David, this came up because you caught yourself almost saying I love you at the end of one of our phone calls. And that was really funny, we thought, so we started saying it here and there, and it’s weird because while at that point it had become both an accidental pleasantry and a joke, it also feels quite real. I love you. And of course Nina slightly more. Mud is a many splendored thing!

By: sarah savage

sarah savage — Tue, 07 Jun 2011 14:09:55 +0000

After attending a posh holiday dinner hosted by my filthy rich boss who hadn’t been seen in the offices for months and months due to his sudden leap into the nouveau riche, i received a mass letter he graciously sent out that began with my all-time favorite freudian slip/typo:

“I was nice to see you at the party.”

Dave, I was nice to read your posting. I love you.

By: John Jack

John Jack — Tue, 07 Jun 2011 13:41:43 +0000

I spent a weekend making the frats and sororities pledge party scene at Colonial U saying How grows it for a pleasantry. Nevermind that I was a towny. Nevermind that I started out with an ulterior motive. Me sporiting a peevish and juvenile grudge, Me with a self-fulfilling prophecy and a sense I was gonna spoil me some fun in hand.

Of mind, I noted one in umpteen-twenty paid the slightest attention to the words, hearing How goes it instead. I was beneath notice. My words anyway. The responders who did listen and hear the actual words were as left out and socially handicapped as I was or more. It gave me somethings to think about for decades. That was about the end of my striving for high brow society attention though. I adopted an urban camouflage policy, which didn’t require all that much change.

Between one point A and point B, I found myself walking among a social court. Two gorgeous princesses basked in attention at the center of the troupe. Forerunners scouted ahead, Contending alphas flanked chest thumpers escorting–cock blocking–the nucleus. I walked among the expendable walking lame and camp followers in the rear. The troupe collected stragglers along the way. That’s the way it grows.

By: Paul Davidson

Paul Davidson — Tue, 07 Jun 2011 13:20:22 +0000

I once told my boss that I wanted to make out with him. (It was an improperly routed text.)

He called me to let me know that I must have sent the message to the wrong person. He then said something about how I was using company time.

I wish I could have fled, but always felt a little cheated by his uncaring response.

By: Andrea Q.

Andrea Q. — Tue, 07 Jun 2011 11:36:31 +0000

A former colleague of mine once worked as a telephone solicitor. He was wrapping up a call and did the same thing — instead of “thanks for your time,” he ended with “I love you.” And then hung up immediately.

Likewise, I recently had a subscriber write in with a renewal request signed “love.” I almost wrote back to tell her that I love her, too. (Almost.)