Goodbyes To Sweaty Palms And Butterflies.

Romance dies after only the first year, according to Italian scientists who probably hope they're next in line to woo your girlfriend as a result of you buying into their findings. So enjoy the honeymoon as long as you can, folks. Because after a time you're apparently no more in love with your spouse than you are with one of your best friends:

"Research has suggested that romantic love fades after a few years and becomes companionate love and it seems certain biological factors play a role. But while we are a pair-bonding species, there is some doubt over whether this is within monogamous relationships or not."

That sorta puts a wee damper on things, huh? Here I am thinking some spectacular female is due to come down the pike into my life at any minute, when really I might as well be buggering a buddy. I don't buy it. There's no way my mother would have ever put up with my father for all these years if there wasn't something deeper at play. No way in hell.

Eh, I'm thinking too hard. Que sera sera. And buggery.