The House of Love took their name from Anäis Nin's novel A Spy in the House of Love and they named a compilation which was released in 1990 after the two self-titled albums after it. This song is taken from it and my choice was triggered by this post. Enough foreplay. The song reminds me of my youth in two ways. First the acoustic guitar and the vulnerability coming through in Guy Chadwick's singing make me think of Nick Drake whose music totally enthralled me when I was about seventeen (cf. here). Then it describes a setting I and probably most people know very well. You have met someone, you have talked with that person, you have exchanged telephone numbers and you wait for the other to call. And she doesn't. And you suffer. I suppose Guy suffered as well but at least he transformed this longing into art. And I can listen to his song. And it gives me the feeling that I was not alone with my feeling. Not only that, it also comforts me retrospectively. Thank you, Guy.