Let's talk about looking for love. Perhaps a story would be enlightening.
A man comes home with two tickets in his hand and calls to his wife, "Honey we're going to Paris! It'll be so romantic you'll love it."
The Mrs. says "You know I hate airplanes and flying. You want to go not me. What I want you to do is take out the garbage!"
Is she a killjoy? I don't think so. Love IS taking out the garbage. Love is helping with the dishes. Love is changing the kid at 2AM.