Today, someone asked me, most likely jokingly, the cheesiest question I have heard since my grade school days, "What is your definition of love?"

And without really thinking, I said in all seriousness:

"Love is the most profound irony in this world - it is irrational but life would be meaningless without it"

And everyone that heard me say that fell silent and I would presume felt awkward. They had the "What the f***" look on their faces.

This is one of the hazards of working late...