Eventually NOT a bad romance.

Bosom friends!

I see this past Valentines weekend was quite fruitful for some of us.

Lady Gaga won the cake though.

Mother Monster got engaged to Taylor Kinney, the silver fox from Chicago Fire.

The handsomely symmetrical actor sports the only fifty shades of grey that I have any interest to talk about. (By the way the actual soft core porn movie blew the bow office with a record 80 something million dollars opening weekend. What is happening to our poor world...)

Taylor gave to Gaga an engagement ring consisting of a heart shaped white diamond the size of Utah.
Gaga says she is finding difficult getting used to wear such a rock. That coming from somebody accustomed to wear 20lps wigs sounds a bit forced. In any case the ring is lovely and the fact that he proposed to her on Valentines day makes it all even more sugary.
Instantaneous tooth cavity provided free of charge.

Lady Gaga also let us know that she feels that Kinney was sent by her first love who died of cancer.
I suppose it's true what my mother always says "God takes with one hand but gives with the other". Italian country side wisdom.

I don't know about you but seeing someone like Gaga getting all giddy over her husband to be makes me like her even more. Yes, she may get on a tangent while describing how she feels at times but seeing someone (anyone!) going through the first stages of a love story for some reason makes me wanna put down my Bitch-of-Everything scepter for a couple of minutes.
It is indeed rather difficult to be genuinely happy for someone else. Being selfish is in the human nature as much as the spirit of survival. Till death do us part.

We have all been there.
We have seen the popular bitch from hell with the heart and the selflessness of a hyena getting engaged to the perfect bachelor made of money and good manners. In that case we are entitled to feel robbed of a potential prince charming.
The problem arise when someone nice catches a lovely spouse. Then we do find more difficult expressing how we really feel about it.
The polite reaction would be "bless the delightful pair, I wish them all the best".
The human reaction would be "bless them, I hope their marriage last longer than my last pair of pantyhose".

Unfortunately is not about right or wrong, fair or unfair.

Love and attraction happen for the dumbest reasons, and most of the time we are guided by our pheromones more than anything else.
Luck has a lot to do with making us bump into our other half, but it has nothing to do with making it last. For that we need to make an effort and work at it.

Don't you worry damsels in distress, sooner or later the bitch who got prince charming out of dumb luck will reveal herself for what she really is. When he dumps her you better be there sitting on the side of that river, ready to catch the prince charming that life is eventually throwing your way.

Lady Gaga is getting used to wear her new big rock, most of us are still getting used to smack our heads against one when it comes to love.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance (and Gaga's silver fox).

Ciao for now.