Six-Word Memoirs on Love and Heartbreak

My alter ego, the grouchy existentialist version of myself, took over the last post. Sorry. That's all I have to say about that. But, get this: I managed to bring my walkman back to life with one dead battery, and one living. Talk about charity. One old wrinkly battery + one juicy young battery =

Six-Word Memoirs on Love and Heartbreak.

This was a great program today on NPR, so great that I'm going to readvertise it. The idea is to sum up your love life in six words:

What do you want for dinner?
- Drew Magary

If I get Chlamydia, blame MySpace.
- Hanorah Slocum

Tried men. Tried women. Like cats.
- Dona Bumgarner

Inevitably, his obituary didn't mention me.
- R. Sue Dodea

So I wonder as I wander, what do I have to say about love in six-word bunches?

• Vegas this weekend. It's about time.

• When in Rome, meet in Rome.

• The toilet seat is always down.

• When you're thirteen, everyone's a jerk.

• Strangers in the night . . . wait—what?

• I'm in love with Sam Lambson.

That's all I can come up with for now. Please respond with your own. So fun!