This couple did not react the same way as the people in the song. I wonder if they like Piña Coladas.
I do know the song is titled Escape.
I’m guessing from the way that article ended that they *didn’t * end up making love at midnight in the dunes off the Cape. 
Why can’t it be that I’ve never heard that song? I hates it.
I’m too lazy to click the link. Can someone tell me whether or not either party was into yoga? I am guessing, just from the tone of the thread that neither had half a brain. I could be wrong.
Jordanians meet in online chatroom, fall in love, agree to meet, only to discover that they’re already married. Divorce ensues. No word on yoga, but it must be presumed to be unlikely.
From the article:
Screaming disturbing words at the top of your lungs is how it’s traditionally done in many cultures.
Huh. Didn’t see that one comin’.
Anyone else have this song stuck in their heads now? bahmp - bwah-da bahmp - duhhhhh - bahmp - bwah-da bahmp
The Sanford and Son theme? Yeah, but I’m not sure why…
So no meeting at O’Malley’s I guess.
They appear to be interested in neither health food nor into champagne.
Is it midnight yet?
Although I’m nobody’s poet, I thought these replies weren’t half bad.
(hmmm … will the mods close this thread if the complete lyrics eventually get posted, or at least paraphrased?)
I can’t get this out of my head:
Do you like Pina coladas
And getting caught in Bahrain
…
You’re channeling me, Susie, sorry. It’s been on permanent repeat in my melon since last year when my local cheapie Detroit Channel 20 brought it back to the 11-something slot. I fell asleep on the couch during the late news, woke up around 2am and its superfly funk bass has been popping up during my workdays ever since. Could be worse, could be that damnable Christmas Hippo song.
Funnily enough, when I clicked on the OP link an ad accompanied the story for online personals, hee hee.
No American Pie either?
They could have been in a worse Rupert Holmes song.
Timothy, anyone?
There were other Rupert Holmes songs?!
It’s a great fight song.
And if I ever find that Singapore whore that bit my nose off…!
Nobody hates that song more than me.
Nobody.
You may think your hatred for that song is great. Maybe your hatred for that song burns with the heat of 10,000 suns. Even if that is the case, your hatred of that song is a mere bit of interstellar matter in my Universe of Hate for that song.
I really hate that song.