When I was in college, I had a girlfriend who was a lot of fun to be around. She was super cute and clever. Funny. Lots of laughter. Lots of energy. Full of life.
One day, I am driving her home when she asks me to make a quick detour. She said it would take a bit longer, but she really wanted to show me something. So, I followed her instructions, and we started up this small hill overlooking the valley where she lived.
We were soon in the midst of huge, "luxurious" McMansions. She started talking.
"I really like this one. And wait...especially THAT one. And...that one. But my favorite is the one coming up...it is...THAT one! I LOVE that one!"
It was right then, at that exact moment, that I had one of the greatest epiphanies of my entire life:
Whoa. Can't marry this one.