From shirt.woot.com

Love is like oxygen. If you put it in a balloon it will sink, and
then explode when it touches a hedgehog. A relationship is about
forcing the balloon to rise ever higher, even when all seems lost. Of
course, if only one person is holding the balloon, their arms will get
tired. If several people are holding the balloon, there may be
jealousy, or in some cases the ATF will raid their compound.

There’s
no right way to keep that balloon going. It takes compromise, promises,
arguments and sometimes flat out lying. But the moment you let your
guard down, the hedgehog is there, waiting, waiting with bitter eyes,
wating with its tiny paws touching the rubber membrane of another
couple’s failed dreams, waiting to pop the balloon and bring the
struggle to a sudden, tragic end.

But, in secret, the hedgehog wishes for a balloon of its own.

 Jeanne and I have been reminiscing about yesteryears by watching Lois and Clark: The Adventures of Superman. I think watching that show has set me up for years of disappointment. Clark is unfailingly sweet, understanding and buff while Lois gets away with being completely neurotic, annoying and helmet-headed (I swear, sometimes her hair defies the laws of physics). Even so, while I was willing to be patient as a child, part of me still pretty firmly believed that I would grow up to be a Lois Lane. Unfortunately, real-life men have not been as unfailingly sweet, understanding, or buff. I have, on the other hand, been quite successful at being neurotic and annoying, though my hair still moves. In other Lois aspects, I have failed quite miserably. I am neither famous nor successful at my career. And, you know that scene in the opening credits when she slides down the slide and then looks up and it's total cleavage-mania? I thought I'd have that too. What was I thinking.

How depressing. Here's shirtless Dean Cain to make up for it: