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They say love is a form of insanity.

Perhaps they're right.

Guy's in his mid-Twenties.

Therein lies the problem.

If he was in his late Fifties, this would be no problem. Well, maybe only a little problem.

Some aphorisms come to mind, some of which I invent on the spot, some of which are hidebound cliches, for good reason.

Let's see:

There are many fish in the sea.

That probably won't work here.

Look at her mother, for that is how she will look down the road.

That won't work either, as guys in their mid-Twenties can's see past the...down the road.

When you marry her, you marry her family.

This might make sense here.

Better check out that family. Unless her family supports him, and unless his supports her, the centrifugal forces are apt to outweigh the centripetal forces big time, and my crystal ball says fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

But all this is beside the point.

He wants her, and she may or may not want him. If she does, it's Romeo and Juliet all over again, and we all know how that turned out.

So, you pays your money and takes your chances, and the rest of the world loves a lover and wishes you the best.

Let us know how it turns out.

This advice is guaranteed to be not the least bit helpful, but it was interesting ruminating about it out loud.

Mixed marriages, by the way, an interesting term. Common on StatNisland in the old days. Usually meant an Irish Catholic and an Italian Catholic pair. More dangerous than a Puerto Rican wedding.


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