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Love or Infatuation
"You can tell that it's infatuation when you think that he's as sexy as Paul Newman, as athletic as Pete Rose, as selfless and dedicated as Ralph Nader, as smart as John Kenneth Galbraith and as funny as Don Rickles. You can be reasonably sure that it's love when you realize he's actually about as sexy as Don Rickles, as athletic as Ralph Nader, as smart as Pete Rose, as funny as John Kenneth Galbraith and doesn't resemble Paul Newman in any way--but you'll stick with him anyway." -Judith Viorst
(1) Do I treat the other person as a person or a thing? If you go out with him/her because he/she is good looking (a "prize" to be with) or a way out (a ticket to the movies), that isn't love. (2) Would you chose to spend the evening alone with him/her if there were no kissing, no touching, and no sex? If not, it isn't love. (3) Are the two of you at ease and as happy alone as you are with friends? If you need other friends around to have a good time, it isn't love. (4) Do you get along? If you fight and make up a lot, get hurt and jealous, tease and criticize one another, better be careful, it may not be love. (5) Are you still interested in dating or secretly "messing around" with others? If so, you aren't in love. (6) Can you be totally honest and open? If either or both of you are selfish, insincere, feel confined, or unable to express feelings, be cautious. (7) Are you realistic? You should be able to admit possible future problems. If others (besides a parent) offend you by saying they are surprised you are still together, that you two seem so different, that they have doubts about your choice, better take a good look at this relationship. (8) Is either of you much more of a taker than a giver? If so, no matter how well you like that situation now, it may not last. (9) Do you think of the partner as being a part of your whole life? If so, and these dreams seem good, that is an indication of love.

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