Young love. It’s new and exciting. It's so romantic.

When you're in love everything and everyone looks simply wonderful. You smile all the time. Nothing gets you angry; not even your cat puking all over your bed just before you want to go to sleep.

You daydream about kisses under the moonlight. You fall to sleep thinking the world is just dandy.

When you're dizzy with love you enjoy miniature golf. It's a dating haven, a romantic necessity. Why? No one really knows.

When was the last time you enjoyed hitting a golf ball into the mouth of a plastic animal while standing on a miniature bridge over a miniature pond in a miniature amusement land? You were on a date. Face it, miniature golf is like foreplay. Every time the ball goes in the hole you giggle and reward each other with a kiss. I get mushy remembering my own nights with a putter, the full moon, a crocodile and a date.