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  • In the beginning of my life what I knew of love, was learned watching Elvis Presley in Saturday afternoon double feature matinees at The Oxford Theatre.
    In the predictable and clunky plots , Elvis was cast as a poor boy working hard and living hand to mouth in a job where he never liked his boss. Elvis would meet a girl out of his league who would turn his head but reject him, and then he would pursue her with all his charms ( singing ) ,with the hope that she would fall into his arms, but mostly she didn't.
    This is when the subplot came in handy, as it involved the girl who had been there all the time silently crushing on Elvis, but whom he thought of only as a friend. They didn't get together either.
    Elvis had to remain single, the movie makers needed to make sure he was available at the end of each movie , so that we would want more Elvis.
    Love was about saying "No".
    I was 7.
    Television had a program then called ‘The Honeymooners’. From that I learnt that the men did a lot of yelling and then the women did a lot of sighing and carried large handbags.
    These were the stellar examples of love that made any lasting impression on my young mind. The lesson?
    "Remain single, be prepared for yelling and sigh into handbags. "
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