Take heart, lad. She loves you, and with a love like that, you know you can't go wrong. Remember the things you said? You told her you wanted to hold her hand.The hippy-hippy shake: it was your dance. When she asked for Help, you gave it. You'll get through this! Just quote lyrics over and over, and use the ephemeral nature of a shared cultural experience aimed specifically at your demographic to reinforce memories and give them a sense of inevitability. It'll work! She'll come around. You'll marry. Years later you'll be bored, looking at the secretary's legs, humming "Why Don't We Do It In the Road" to yourself, and you'll be reminded how wifey didn't like that song. Didn't like any of the later albums. After the first kid, she never put an album on the record player again. Got mad at you when you played them at night. GROW UP, she said. It's like the sixties never happened.