"Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place".
That isn't true, of course, but there is enough truth in it to be funny. And it kinda distills down one aspect of the difference between love and lust. Perhaps it is Satan at work, but there are times when its hard to tell them apart. For me, love can sometimes appear an awful lot like lust. And vice versa.
I'm not much of a romantic, which is a shame I suppose. I'm even less of a romantic after dealing with affair recovery. Definitions of love that focus on concern for another person come closer to my view of love than definitions that involve wide-eyed romance. I don't mind if other people like romance and want to write love poems and be romantic. That's okay by me. But it's not really my tea cup.