I dunno why you r so mad about a hypothetical partner believing what they read in womans weekly or see on a romcom. As an old man ive never had a serious relationship that was so naive or idealistic as to demand true blue infatuation from each other but i also think it is romantic and ideal, if only because time has made the memory of my puppy love less agonising and more nolstagic. So the glamor of an impossibly pure love is acceptable and if younglings get confused and dysfunctional by it then too bad. If you dont want to google a little social psychology before you pairbond, or screen for people who do the same, then u r gonna stick your dick in crazy. Edit: actually i assume you mad bc its waxing moon after midsummer and you r sexually frustrated so this convoluted complaint is all about looking at those sweet sweet legs and feeling cranky about some imaginary romanticism blocking your game. Which is OK too.