Moth & Lightbulb - revised

I was drawn to her like a moth to a front-porch lightbulb on a summer evening—not one of those cold, efficient compact fluorescent lights, or an even more efficient dimmable LED light, that is super bright, but emits no heat, but an old-fashioned 100 watt soft-white bulbous incandescent, that pulls you into increasingly tight spirals, then quick-fries you at the touch of the sizzling orb—my ardor only intensified the knowledge that government regulations and evolving consumer preferences would soon render this simile quaint and obscure.