Two For the Seesaw

Years ago when I was a college theater student, one of the plays we performed was William Gibson's Two For the Seesaw. I saw it mentioned somewhere recently, and vaguely remembered that it had something to say about the nature of love and attachment. The library's battered copy hadn't been checked out in ten years, and a couple of pages were missing. The characterizations and dialog (written in 1958) are painfully outdated, but the theme, searching for a connection with the right person, is still contemporary.

You Don't Have to Be Young

My great-aunt Ruth was 48 years old when she married the love of her life, Steve. They both worked for the County Sheriff's department and had known each other nearly twenty years. I don't know when their romance started, but I know that for a time they hesitated to get married because their families did not approve. They both lived with widowed parents who were very protective of their middle-aged children.

A Love Story

Lately I have come across so many people describing the first nine minutes of Up as their all-time favorite romantic movie that I had to see it for myself.

Wow.

After the 1:45 mark, there is no dialog. The story is told with an eloquence that requires no words.

This is the kind of love I envisioned when I got married. How about you?