As we made our way back to my hotel, I asked her if she had ever been in love. "Twice, Jake. Two times. A third I thought I was in love, but I was sorely mistaken."

"Why so?"

"Love is an AVENUE", she responded in a resplendent French accent, "and I was dutifully traveling a one-way street."

Tragic.

"And you, my dear?" she asked.

"Two times, once for real. One time I thought I had what it was that I needed and could return, and once, it was just pure. It was purely that, just love."

"That's the way it goes I guess" she said. "Sometimes people are just 'star-crossed...