So Lee-Ann Liebenberg and Danny K broke up. Again. But this time it seems rather permanent, with Lee-Ann moving out of the Atholl crib, leaving the Liberace-style, Top Billing-famous white grand piano for Danny.

The break–up didn't come as a surprise to anyone; however, this umpteenth break-up may be the very example Jerry Seinfeld was seeking during his speech about the behaviour of break-ups. He uses vending machines as an analogy for break-ups. You have to rock the vending machine from side to side a few times before it falls over. You can't topple a vending machine on the first go, it always takes a bit of swinging momentum, and a few near-misses, to floor it completely. The sad truth is that Danny K and Lee-Ann Liebenberg, were, in fact, Jerry Seinfeld's vending machine.

Of course, after a few break ups, one also has to wonder whether they fell victim to the Seven Year Itch. Conversations pertaining to the Seven Year Itch seem to be cruising across dinner tables around Johannesburg quite regularly these days; essentially because people are either getting married or breaking up. You'll be hard-pressed to find couples still loitering in purgatory after seven years.

Especially in Pleasantville, where all their friends are getting wed and making babies, and they're still oscillating with overnight bags and conversations involving 'No, but we stayed at yours last week, it's my turn you selfish bint.'

They're married, but they're not.

And hence, after seven years of being boyfriend and girlfriend, couples either split and move on, or get married. (And excuse the sceptic in me, but after getting married, probably split too.) And although those were the plans for South Africa's golden celebrity couple — perhaps the itch turned into a crevasse of issues without them even knowing it.

Perhaps after seven years, putting the effort in to say, look your best or, like, in this case perhaps — mere speculation — convert to Judaism? The true meaning of The Seven Year Itch — made popular by the movie involving Marilyn Monroe standing over an air-vent looking all sultry and smouldering — is, in fact, the inclination to become unfaithful after seven years of marriage.

Nowadays, those who hooked up drunkenly at varsity, or began the life of domestic bliss before any rings were exchanged, are the true victims of such a predicament. Couples like Danny and Lee-Ann, who got together during their turbulent twenties, go through more changes and stress than those who have already committed to each other through the medium of vows and white dresses.

Suddenly, after buying houses, jumping rungs up career ladders and getting requests from a future mother-in-law to get married and spawn her grandchildren, the spark that seemed insatiable during year one, has gone.

Suddenly the person who used to drink tequila with you, publically stick his tongue down your throat in youthful exuberation, and then proffer to be your boyfriend, is a different specimen. Now he's leaving your toilet seat up, littering your floor with golf paraphernalia, and holding his crotch while he stares vacantly at the Curry Cup highlights. Your sex-god Future Husband is now more like your brother. And even your brother refrains from cradling his crotch while ogling the television.

Therefore it's not difficult to slip into the lethal rut that is the Seven Year Itch. With women handling and juggling their own careers, men feeling emasculated by their high-powered partners, and with temptation at every turn, at every bar counter and every country club, couples who make it passed the Seven Year Itch always have my utmost respect.

They are few and far between, but they exist. Just look at my grandparents.