Two friends are discussing the possibility of love.
I thought I was in love three times, one friend says. How so his friend
Five years ago I deeply cared for a woman who wanted nothing to do with me.
Was that not love his friend asks. No, he replies. That was obsession.
And then two years ago I deeply cared for an attractive woman who didn’t
understand me. Was that not love No, he replies. That was lust.
And just last year I met a woman aboard a cruise ship to the Caribbean. She
was smart, funny, and a great conversationalist. And everywhere I followed
her on that boat, I would get this strange sensation in the pit of my
Was that not love his friend asks. No, he replies. That was seasickness.