Many a man claims to have unfailing love, but a faithful man who can find? (Proverbs 20:6).

"I'm in love!" said Darla, collapsing onto the bed with arms stretched outwards.

Elizabeth turned from her desk, removed the ear bud from her left ear and cast a suspicious look across the room.  "You're in love?"

"I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love!" Her roommate crooned.  "I swear this is it:  the love of my life."

"The love of your life?" asked Elizabeth.  "Seriously?  This is, like, what?  The fourth date?  Don't you think you're getting a bit ahead of yourself?"

"Sixth.  Tonight was our sixth date.  Oh, c'mon Elizabeth," said Darla, sitting up and crossing her arms in a mock-pout.  "Can't you just let me enjoy the moment a little bit?  Tonight was a really beautiful night.  Jeff and I took a walk down by the river, we talked about music and carnivals and stars, and then he told me that he loved me.  And in that moment, I just knew:  I loved him too!"

Elizabeth sighed.  "All right.  All right.  I'm sorry, Darla.  Please forgive my cynicism.  It's just that you said the same thing about Brian, three months ago... about a week before he cheated on you."  She sat down on the bed next to Darla.  "I just don't want to see you get hurt, you know?"

"I know.  But I'm sick of being depressed.  I'm sick of getting kicked in the gutter by jerks like Brian... and Todd... and Mike..."

"And Kevin," added Elizabeth.

"And Kevin," Darla echoed.  But none of them have ever been right.  At the time, they seemed right -- but they never lasted.  Why is it so damn hard to find Mr. Right?  Isn't it about time that someone comes along?  I've been waiting my whole life for love.  C'mon Elizabeth!  You're not immune to it either.  Isn't that what we're all waiting for?"

"Of course.  You're right," said Elizabeth.  "We're all looking for love.  But I'm starting to wonder if we're really searching for the right thing.  I mean:  what the heck is love, anyway?  Love comes pretty easy -- especially from guys looking for sex."  She gives her roommate a playful push.  "Love is, like, a dime a dozen.  It's a product packaged to sell underwear and make us weep at movies and keep restaurants full on Valentine's Evening.  Did you know that unfailing love can be bought for 99 cents on i-Tunes?  Seriously:  how many songs are called 'Never-Ending Love' or 'Eternal Love' or 'True Love?'  It's got to be, like, millions."

"Yeah, but Jeff is the real deal," said Darla.  "He told me tonight that he loves me, and that means something."

"I suppose you're right," said Elizabeth.  "I'm happy for you.  Seriously.  But I've got to get back to studying," she clapped her hands with determination.

"Thanks," said Darla.

"You're welcome," said Elizabeth, reinserting the bud into her ear and returning to the desk.  The song was some sappy 80s power ballad about the glories of love, and she sang along quietly as she got back to her notebook.