Steve Eighinger

Stevie Love returns in time for Valentine's Day

By Herald-Whig
Posted: Feb. 11, 2020 12:01 am

As Valentine's Day draws nigh, it's time to welcome back an old friend.

On occasion, he's been called the potentate of passion, the ayatollah of affection ... and yes, even the emperor of embrace.

He's Stevie Love, and he has been gracing this space since 2011 with his outlook on affairs of the heart, plus providing tips for the forlorn and those that love has left in its rear-view mirror.

It's been almost a year, but the Doctor of Love is back, and if you listen closely you'll hear him humming his favorite song, "Love Is All Around" by the Troggs:

"I feel it in my fingers,

I feel it in my toes,

Love is all around me,

And so the feeling grows."

Being in love is never easy. We all need help dealing with Cupid's slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, and that's why the Doctor is back in town.

It's time to reopen the loveline -- and those envelopes:

Dear Stevie Love: There have been times I have felt like smacking my husband, Darrell. Earlier this winter, I spent hours shoveling out our driveway and clearing the sidewalk after we got a big snowfall. It was freezing cold, too. And what did Darrell do? He sat in his favorite recliner, covered up with a blanket and listening to Garth Brooks.

-- Heidi in Hannibal.

Dear Heidi: There is no excuse for Darrell's actions. You make sure he gets you a snowblower to use and some warmer gloves before the next snowfall.

Dear Doctor Love: Sports, sports, sports. That's all my husband D.J. is interested in and all he watches on TV. He sat in front of the television for five hours the other night and never moved. He watched one game after another and never spoke to me once.

-- Kelly in Kinderhook.

Dear Kelly: Unless those were playoff games he was watching, you have every right to be upset. D.J. should have at least asked you if you needed anything in between games.

Dear Doc: I dearly love my husband, Nick. I really do, but Nick is not exactly the handiest man around the house. He doesn't seem to realize the gutters need cleared out, the yard needs picked up and the basement needs cleaned. I'm not very tall, and the other day when I was trying to clean out the gutters, I was standing on top of our stepladder and could barely reach the gutters. I almost fell off the ladder two or three times. Meanwhile, Nick was inside eating Pringles and watching some sort of sports show on TV. I need some help around the house, Stevie!

-- Ursula in Ursa.

Dear Ursula: This should solve all of your problems: Lowe's, Home Depot and Menards all offer great extension ladders. Get one of those and that way you can reach the gutters, Nick can watch his sports -- and everyone lives happily ever after.

Dear Stevie Love: For years, I have had a crush on this guy named Donell who doesn't know I exist. I know Donell likes pro football and the outdoors. He's a rugged, Sam Elliott type, and I'm more of a sophisticated gal who prefers the fine arts. Is there any hope for us?

-- Melanie in Mendon.

Dear Melanie: Probably not.

Real issues. Real answers.

Who needs Dr. Phil or Oprah? The Doctor of Love is always ready to operate.