Love Laughing

I considered posting some love poems today. Love is a common theme in my poetry. And the longer I considered this, I started thinking about all the times when love wasn’t a common theme in my life.

I think my cousin Candi has always been in love. As far back as I remember, she’d always had a boyfriend. Of course, her personality was a lot more outgoing than mine was. Where I was reserved and aloof, Candi was laughing and cheering and telling jokes.

She always told jokes.

Like, “Sexual harassment is when a man talks dirty to a woman,” she said to me one day during a lunch break at my old bank job. “$3.99 a minute is when a woman talks dirty to a man.”

We laughed and she asked, “What is it when a woman talks dirty to another woman?”

“I don’t know,” I replied.

“Any day of the week,” she said.

And so it went. She has always claimed that life is much funnier when you’re in love. I made a note that day to fall in love as soon as possible.

Candi told me a funny story about a time when she was jogging a trail along the shores of Lake Erie. She overheard two young guys talking. The first one had a fancy bicycle. The other guy said, “Hey, nice bike! Where’d you get it?”

“I was walking to class the other day when a pretty co-ed rode up on this bike. She jumped off, took off all of her clothes, and said, ‘You can have anything you want!’ So I took her bike.”

“Good choice,” the first guy said, “her clothes wouldn’t have fit you anyway.”

I groaned but broke up laughing anyway. And so it went, my silly cousin in love.

According to a book of quotes, Woody Allen (in Love and Death) said this about love: “To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness.”

I ended up crossing out my earlier note to fall in love; the above statement describes my early foray with love to a T.

So I laugh every chance I get because (as quoted by Mickey Rooney) laughter is an orgasm of the loins.

Indeed.

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