"‘My point is,’ continued Tyson. ‘You are a fool because you keep chasing the buzz of lustance.’
‘Lustance is not a word.’
‘It is now. Lust and romance.’
Angus smiled. ‘Lust and romance together? Aren’t they sort of incompatible?’
‘Generally, but in cases like yours, they are more like two sides of the same coin. You confuse the two effortlessly, subconsciously. You want the fairy floss buzz of Eros and the intensity of Venus.’
‘Yeah,’ said Angus without further comment. Tyson was right so all he could do was agree. Through all his relationships with women from the first stirrings during puberty, through all the high school years where everything was new, and experimentation was normal and thrilling. The first kiss. The first tongue kiss. Holding a girl’s hand. Feeling her breast. Putting a hand inside her knickers. These arousing reminiscences brought a smile to his face which Tyson noticed with some displeasure.
‘I’ve stirred your imagination now, haven’t I?’
‘Why is it so strong? Why does it dominate? Why does it rule us?’
‘Because we allow it to,’ said Tyson. ‘We surrender to it.’"
Lovesick chapter 11
Enough said I reckon, but let me ask you this: Have you ever confused lust and romance? No? I find that hard to believe, but maybe I’m the only person in the world who has ever permitted his genitals to make important decisions.
Are ladies afflicted with lustance as well?