I’ve been thinking a lot about love lately. Maybe it’s because I’m back with Stephanie. Maybe it’s because I went to a wedding this past weekend. Or maybe it’s none of those things. Maybe it’s because love is always on my mind. It’s a mystery to me and I’m constantly trying to figure it out. Unfortunately, I haven’t had any real success.

Two days ago I wrote about love…true love, awesome love, the kind of love that makes you write dumb blogs about love…but I didn’t write about the truest of all loves.

This post will be only and entirely about love…true love, awesome love, the kind of love that makes you write dumb blogs about love. If you hate reading this kind of stuff, or if you just plain don’t believe in true love, you are welcome to click the back button on your browser…or, if you so wish, you can read on…maybe you will come out a believer.

I took my girlfriend, Stephanie, to The Melting Pot this weekend. In case you don’t know, The Melting Pot is a really nice fondue restaurant. The type of place where you leave feeling stuffed, sick even, yet wanting more. I also bought her a nice bracelet, the first time I’ve bought her any type of jewelry. The night was a blast, we sat in a private area of the restaurant and were able to smooch like teenagers while the food was in the fondue. She was really happy with the evening, which, in turn, made me happy. I just wish I would do it more often.

A lot of people have asked, so I guess I’ll explain. I met her in October, well actually that’s a lie…I should say I noticed her in October. Like…from across the parking lot. I guess that’s me saying she stands out in a crowd. Ask anybody, they’ll agree. To make a long story short, [...]