Mmmm, I don't think thaqt is what I meant.....on the one occasion it happened to me, I had met this girl, and we had taken an instant hate to each other at a Kareoke, we argued, bitched avoided and stuff all night but we had to get the same ride back into town and that when it happend, I was saying something, so she put her hand up to my mouth to cover it so I bit her and she said 'You Fu**8ing bit me you Pri**' and I kind of went 'yeah'...so my freind took us up for coffee and in the space of ten minutes we were half dressed fucking like chimps in the bathroom, until my freinds girlfreind dragged us out and put us in the spare bedroom where we belonged...it was great...but anyone else...does passion not care about love or hate, good or evil whatever?