I am so tired of guys razzing me for “making their lives miserable” by raising their lovers’ romantic expectations after reading one of my books. Hey, I just toss-out a few romantic ideas for your consideration and your benefit.
But let me tell you a true story of the extraordinary lengths that one guy went to–just so that he could have one of the former Beatles sing a love song to his wife. To protect this guy’s anonymity, let’s call him O.B. The first part of O.B.’s plan was to fall in love with a woman whose name happened to be included in a Beatles song. Coulda been Martha, Lucy, or Rita, or Michelle, or Sadie, or Julia. Well, he got a gal named Michelle to fall in love with him. (“Michelle, ma belle, these are words that go together well, my Michelle. I love you, I love you, I loooove you. Don’t you know it’s true?” And so on and so forth. You know the song.)
Anyway, the second part of O.B.’s plan was a long-range strategy as well as a tricky one. First, he got himself elected as President of the United States of America. And then, using his formidable powers, he “requested” a private concert by Sir Paul McCartney. Well, as I understand it, it is rather difficult to refuse a request from the single most powerful man in the world. O.B. even sweetened the deal by presenting McCartney with the Gershwin Prize for Popular Song (previously bestowed upon Paul Simon and Stevie Wonder.) So anyway, there was Michelle Obama, sitting in the East Room, just three feet from Paul McCartney as he crooned that popular song to her (and 200 other hand-selected guests).
I gotta hand it to O.B.–he’s got to be one of the most romantic men on earth. If the rest of us could put forth one-one-hundredth of the effort that O.B. did, I think that we could cut the divorce rate in half. And perhaps restore peace on earth.
