Arbitrary Thoughts

People ask me:

What of  Dating? And I say: If you are offered a mint or tic tac by your date, dont refuse it.

What of  Love? And I say: Massage the other like they would like to be massaged, not like what you like.

What of  SF? And I say: In SF, the conversations go like this.
A: I am visiting from Paris.
B (from SF): You must like the weather here, and you must be happy not to be in Paris."
(You can substitute any city for Paris.)