The Next Great Hashtag: #OnlyME

Once upon a time love and romance were in the air. Modesty was still a virtue. There were chivalry and privacy too. Multiplication was the name of the game. It was the Age of #OnlyYOU.

Without fail, the male worshipped the female. Because of the mystique of her physique, he was in a perpetual daze. The female, as a rule, was no fool. She put aside her reservation, acted in the interest of species preservation and generally managed to contrive a consummation.

Many waited years just to hold a hand. To sublimate libido, a few joined a monastery, took up the flute or lute. Others rode horses or joined the forces and went off to give a foreign foe the big heave-ho.

Some risked life and limb to catch a glimpse of her on the way to church or a fair. They fought off dragons and crooks in covered wagons just to get there and stand and stare.

Songs written praising her face or form were the norm. You could toss in misty moonlight or flickering firelight, but it had to be delectable to…