"I love you," he said. "Will you marry me?"
She looked doubtful. "Is it allowed?"
"Don't you want to share your life with me?"
She stammered, "Yes, but – "
He looked away. "Is it because I'm a frog?" he snapped. "Am I not good enough?"
"Of course not. I'm a frog too. Don't be silly." It was her turn to be upset.
They had this conversation every day.
Post coitum, omne triste est.