Love is a weighty topic, and one I’m ill-inclined to explore right now, what with the dogs braying to go out for their morning business.

In any case, I’m pretty sure this isn’t love:

That’s just crude (and damned funny, I think). How about some cynicism?

With the second example, the laughs come, I suspect, because of how closely the video treads the fine line between absurdity and painful real-life situations. Anyone who has spent any amount of time in the singles scene has a story (perhaps many stories) about dates and budding relationships gone horribly, horribly awry, about mixed messages and emotional baggage and wildly fluctuating behavior. When I lived in California, I had a date with someone I met through a personal ad; we went to dinner and a movie, chatted amiably, seemed to enjoy each other’s company (even if it wasn’t, as Chuck Woolery might say, a love connection). The next day, I received an e-mail from her that said she had known people like me and that she didn’t want to hear from me again.

Based on our interaction, I could only assume that “people like me” meant “people who like Italian food and Wes Anderson movies.”

What can you do? You shake your head, and you move on …