With the release of the movie Crazy, Stupid, Love on DVD, we asked what you'd done in the name of love and we got some very interesting responses. Some TORO readers have accidentally set fire to their homes from untended candles, one brave soul even dared eat his mother-in-law's meatloaf and still another dressed in drag to get a woman's attention.
But in the end, we chose this tale from Mike Hassan, who scored himself a makeover — a $1,000 shopping spree at Holt Renfrew plus $500 in services from Mankind Grooming Studio and dinner for two at Brassaii Restaurant in Toronto.
One thing's for certain, there are a lot of romantics out there.
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I was at Coachella festival in 2010 — which in itself is crazy and stupid.
I saw a really beautiful girl moving quite gracefully in a pack of dancers who were contorting their bodies to music in ways I didn't know I could ever find attractive. She seemed to pull it off.
It must have been love because I — who do not dance — found myself waving my arms like a mad man who had just escaped an asylum and dancing like a gypsy in my attempts to woo the wild child. We exchanged numbers after an intense weekend fuelled by music, booze and primal attraction.
For three months following the festival, we spent countless hours reminiscing over the fun we had that weekend. Trying to find a way to perfect the long-distance love affair through any means necessary. Text, Skype, email, even trying to devise a real life teleportation device (which failed miserably) all in hopes that our desert festival fling may flourish further.
The dream still alive, I threw caution to the wind and made the trip west to see the dancing queen again.
But immediately upon my arrival, it was clear that the chemistry we had under the hot Californian sun was gone. Just like that we went our separate ways.
My dance card is still empty, but at least I got a mini-vacation.