We were watching Lord of War last night, and a few more memorable lines of romantic character, ringing especially true, were; "You can't force someone to fall in love with you.
But you can definitely improve your chances".

In the case of Nicholas Cage he pretty much buys the whole island of St. Barths. We suggest a a somewhat cheaper alternative; grow a beard, enjoy hanging out with kids, ride a horse and live like a gentleman in the English countryside.

Envy is not something we experience very often, knowing that you can only compete with yourself and not with others. But we do get slightly jealous when friends of ours get invites like this;

ive been in greece

im back now and look like a total BABE/ADONIS/SUN GOD/GOLDEN DELICIOUS/SEXYSEXY

WANNA HOOK UP?

Although we know that the only happiness money can buy is plane tickets to New York City and at previously mentioned destination is where we find our favourite dudes, recently, at another location, we've met a guy who is just completely wrong for us.

He does not have a beard, you could call him a brat, he likes trance, everything with an engine, especially boats, has never lived abroad and has no interest in doing so, works in finance, doesn't even recycle beer cans, talks constantly, describe every person he knows as "such a wonderful person" (which gets annoying after a while), thinks he knows how everything works and has set aside Monday and/or Tuesday night for "caring". As in caring for his shoes, his hair, his home, etc. Everything besides ironing shirts. That's done every morning.

But we appreciate the straight forward approach, receiving text messages that start with "Hey babe" and, most importantly, we get to make out all the time.