I saw a lot lizard (read: filthy truck-stop prostitute) crying in the parking lot at Love's at midnight one evening awhile back. I had to wrestle my compassion back, as I knew any intervention on my part could only end badly.
I just saw a girl at work crying. She was on the phone. It was hard not to steal glimpses of her even though I couldn't hear anything she was saying. I wanted to comfort her. But how much of that was because she was 'effing HOT!
Compassion is confusing.
What would the Dalai Lama say?
Hell, what would my wife say!
If love is blind, why do we have lingerie?