Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines and silver hooks.

That's the first stanza of a John Donne poem. Me and me mates were studying the metaphysical conceits of some Renaissance poets and Mr. Donne here uses fishing as an allegory to describe courtship. Clever man...in a way courtship is very much like fishing. The fisherman/fisherwoman(people on the prowl for some amor) would use bait to ensnare the unsuspecting innocent pool of fish who, more often than not, are blinded by the intoxicating waters of love and would then swallow everything, hook, line and sinker!!! Of course these poor suckers would get their throats ripped out and left by the side of the stream, wiggling helplessly on the verge of death while the fishing people continue to bait more sorry would-be cases. Ok...I took a trip and now, I'm back. Heh. =)

And notice how there're many people who refer to courtship/dating as the "game". I resent that! Why "the game"? What? Sure, there are rules like so many other things in life. But is there a scoreboard or something involved? Games are played...and that gives it a trivial quality. Matters that involve the heart and emotions shouldn't be triviliazed. It's about time that people are more careful in their dealings with other people's emotions. We're talking about the human heart here, not some football match.

This ain't the last of my tirades. So beware!!! =P