Love Is Not A Pot Of Lamb Stew.

YOU GOTTA ASK YOURSELF A SIMPLE QUESTION; is love a pot of stew that you have to slow-cook for at least 3 hours? If it is not, then the obvious answer would be; ma'am, I think we should stop seeing each other.
Gotta be honest from the start about this whole thing called love because as far as I'm concerned there are only two kinds of love in this whole wide world. You may think different. Or you may believe there are more than two kinds of love in this world, or just one. Whatever you think I'm sure it's the right thing but you gotta trust me when it comes to love because I'm as good as you can get as the sole authority in the whole wide world on a subject so very dear to my heart as L.O.V.E. Like I've said, there are only two kinds of love.
One - the kinda love you feel for someone so strong that you are willing to do anything for her because; she asks you to - like jumping over the neighbor's fence to fight with the dog that has been barking all day long that it is giving her a first-class headache. If you are not willing to do this (without arguing or stop to ask whether this action is normal in a relationship) then you know that the kinda of love you feel for her is not of the first-class kind but of a slightly inferior in quality. I call it love category #2.
Two - the kinda love you feel for someone because she's OK, or a good sport. You don't have to tell me about it but you know the kinda love you feel for her isn't strong enough for you to do something other than fetch a glass of water for her when she's thirty. You know that you are not willing to do anything more courageous than this; like cycling full speed going downhill on a bike at 10 o'clock at night. You may be a smart guy with a university degree to think that a woman won't ask her man to do this if she really loves you but you don't know women as well as I do. She may be a perfectly normal person during the day when the sun is shining like a giant bulb. But when the sun goes down, she may start to behave different and start to ask you to do things for her like re-engineer her washing machine into a front-loading cake mixer. And she won't take no for answer, at least until the sun comes up again the next day.
I know a lot of people out there who believe that love is pot of lamb stew. They fall in love of the second kind and then, they let it simmer until it becomes first-class love. It's fine if you have all the time in the world to watch love grows into a pot of lamb stew. I'm not in a hurry but I believe different. I believe in the kinda love that hits you hard in the face like being hit by a fridge. The kind I used to experience that it made me do things I wouldn't have done under normal circumstances; like walking up to a woman sitting in a table to ask if she'd marry me. There's a 100 percent chance that she'd say 'NO' but you only live once - and you may fall in love one or two times in your life. Maybe three. But you only experience true love once. So you've gotta be honest to yourself. You gotta be honest enough to say 'will you marry me' and not think about whether the answer is gonna be a 'No' or a 'Yes'. You've gotta take that chance because love of the first-class kind can only happen once. But for me, it can happen like four or sixteen times in a single morning. He he.