The Dick Summer Connection – February 17, 2008

Cupid isn’t stupid. As a card carrying “Louie-Louie Generation” guy, I’ve had enough of his arrows stuck in my backside to re-supply the Indians at Custer’s last stand. And some of those arrows really hurt. But somehow… you kiss the boo-boo…learn a lesson… and move on. Or better yet, you get someone else to kiss the boo-boo for you. The important thing is… you learn a lesson. One of the most important lessons you can learn…is that sometimes it’s just time to move on…which is a hard lesson. But it’s anything but stupid.

And sometimes you get lucky enough to learn that you better dig your heels in, get the boo-boo kissing done and over with…and never let someone go…ever…no matter how much hurting is involved…because that person is worth dying for. Or even more important…living for.

I like Valentine’s Day. You get to tell somebody “I love you.”… it coincides with the beginning of baseball’s Spring Training… and it’s not very expensive.

There’s a history to Valentine’s Day. Seems there was a priest named Valentinus who lost his head courtesy of Claudius the Cruel on February 14 in the year 269 A.D. Supposedly Father V. healed his jailer’s blind daughter, fell in love with her, and left a note for her in his cell the night before his execution, saying, “I love you…from your Valentine.”

Holy people’s involvement with romance continues to this day. “Christian” web sites now sell Valentine’s Day cards from GOD! Seems to me that’s unfair competition for a mortal Louie-Louie Generation guy.

There’s now a competing “Day.” It’s called “Singles Awareness Day,” SAD for short. So “Happy S.A.D. Day” for people who don’t get a Valentine’s Day kiss…or at least a card.

But I must confess, I think S.A.D. is sad. Men and women belong together. There are some exceptions, of course, and God bless them too. Let’s just say lovers belong together.

Here’s my problem. I took a post Valentine’s Day “Exit Poll” this year. And the results were a real shocker to me. More than 90 percent of the people I asked…of both sexes…just kinda blew Cupid off…and I don’t mean that as a pun. “Oh…was that Valentine’s Day?” was by far the most common answer. What a shame.

That little guy’s arrows can be weapons of mass destruction. You’ve got to have guts to stand up to Cupid’s arrows. You sure can get hurt. Something very powerful inside you has to say…”he/she is worth taking this very big risk.”

There is a difference between a relationship and a romance. A relationship develops.  A romance explodes. Businesses have relationships. Only lovers have romances.

I think in everybody’s life, there is…or was…or will be…some…”Wild Thing who makes your heart sing”…as the Troggs used to say.

Sometimes there’s only one “Wild Thing” lover left in a romance. That hurts, but it’s ok. Memories count. Sometimes there’s only one “Wild Thing” lover who’s still looking for a romance. That hurts too. But it’s also ok. “Seek and ye shall find.”

But it looks like right now…according to my poll…an awful lot of people…even ones in “good relationships”… have “Lost That Lovin’ Feeling”…that “Wild Thing” song inside. That’s a big loss. A terrible quiet. A deadly power failure.

Do you suppose that some of it…maybe most of it…is due to a lack of guts? Are so many people just too scared to just stand up straight and tell Cupid to take his best shot?

I hope you took my suggestion and sent an anonymous Valentine’s Day card to someone who probably won’t get one. If you did, please let me know what kind of results you got. ( ). If you didn’t…it’s not too late. Maybe it’s never too late. Try it and see… if you’ve got the guts.

Dick’s Details Quiz – All the answers are in the current PodCast at

1- Not washing your hands can help you catch cold. What can help you catch warm?

2- How much does the “Average American” eat in a year?

3- What naughty thing do 3/4 of American women do with their bras?


3 – right – “Bogie” and Bergman

2 – right – Anthony and Cleopatra

1 – right – Romeo and Juliet

0 – right – Bill and Monica

Some people don’t bother with Valentine’s Day because they say, “I’m too old for that kind of thing.” To which Big Louie…his own bad self says, “You’re not too old for loving as long as you still have enough moving parts.”

I know some Louie-Louie Generation ladies who do pretty well with Valentine’s Day celebrations. Some of you add some zip to the evening with Saran Wrap and other common household products. Some of you know how to give guys the kind of looks we could pour on our pancakes.

But lots of Louie-Louie Generation guys drop the ball. Too bad. There are plenty of good examples available to follow. Like Bogart in “Casablanca.” He didn’t tell Bergman what a big shot he was. He didn’t try to impress her with a fancy car. He didn’t flash a lot of cash.

It was sixty years ago…World War 2 was exploding…movies were in black and white. Bogart didn’t try to impress Ingrid Bergman with his money, or a fancy car, or his stud-hood. She was arguably the most beautiful woman in the world at the time…and he was kind of a lumpy looking guy with big ears. But he simply lifted a glass and said, “Here’s looking at YOU, kid.” And suddenly, the screen was full of her eyes. He made their story all about her. And she made him the story’s hero.

The first arrow Cupid shot at me had the name Jeannie on it. I was 6, she was 7. It left a little scar. It hurt a little. But it taught me I could take a little hurting. It sure wasn’t stupid. That’s an important lesson. Through the years, some of that little guy’s arrows with other names on them went pretty deep. Lots of boo-boos needed to be kissed. Fortunately, my Lady Wonder Wench is a first class boo-boo kisser.

Hey Wonder Wench…Here’s looking at you, kid. Thank you …

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