Mayday! Mayday!

I have just had my mellow ABBA induced mood destroyed by the off chance sighting of some grossly maudlin words.... "just wanted to wish you a good night. i enjoyed making love to you such a lot, your kisses, the way you bite me, your breath in my ear, it was wonderful to be naked with you, to touch your skin, to be inside you.... Sleep well and sweet dreams...."
Perhaps I've just seen too many moons to feel anything other than a Calvinesque abhorrence to the banality proffered by a romantic hero. If I was in love, would I be less contemptuously scathing? Would it thrill me to be on the receiving end? What is it about being gushingly 'in love' that makes this drivel not just acceptable, but practically bordering genius to a woman?? Do pheromones tweak the xx chromosomes so that they veer towards stupidity? Unless you were bored, lonely and wanting to be in love, or actually in the middle of sweating, screaming sex - actually scratch that, unless you were wallowing in a romantic post coital afterglow, or just woefully in love, would you as a woman, be enamoured of the sentiment?
Or maybe, you just need to be twenty again.... or stop reading the hamster cage lining..... or weep over highly melodramatic films like Bazaar..... too much shairi in the air. Hmmm, now if that had been in Urdu, this post might have been entitled, Subhanallah! instead...