I have a wealth of attractive and successful suitors but I'm stuck on an uninterested hairstylist. It's a very classical kind of eros, encompassing the philosophies of both Plato and Aristotle (because I can't seem to choose between them). Well, perhaps Aristotle's notion of wanting the best for someone is the proper definition of love, but for selfish purposes, and in unrequited situations, Platonic love can be quite fulfilling as a mean by which to appreciate beauty, expand your circle of empathy, and contemplate the divine.

Reading Stanislovski has made me salivate too much over my most pleasurable sense memories, but I mustn't fuss too much over these past romances. After all, his book opens with a demonstration of method acting that includes impromptu chocolate cake blackface! Besides, humanism is dying. I'm surrounded by post-structuralists! If they assimilate me than love will be nothing but semiotics, or worse yet, a social construction! Occupy Love: don't let it be co-opted by rationality of any sort!