Charlie throws his hands up, wishing once again he still had a cigarette. It makes gesturing so much more effective.

"Hey, pal, don't get me wrong, got nothing against true loves or whatever you wants to call it. Just ain't never seen it up close before. You sure got it real fucking bad, don't yous?"

Charlie's attempting to stay open minded about it, but as far as he can tell any time one of his buddies used to get like that over some girl it never ended fucking well for them. Half the married couples he knew were some one-night fling that ended up with much longer consequences. He'd gotten to a phase in life he was certain that kinda love was something people made up to sell tickets to the pictures.