You know that sommelier who said the only good wine is the kind you enjoy? The guy who told you not to worry about all those weird words on the bottle, such as "France?" He sure was a nice man, maki...

So I'm waiting at a stoplight when another piece of techno-pop skitters across the car radio, and the notion hits me: is romance dead? The question is soon embedded in my brain. I'm no Cervant....