When did real Romance die? I’m talking don’t want nothing in return, unselfish 18th century romance. Opening the car door, pulling out the chair, love letters, poetry and the unsuspected flowers (when it is not your birthday) at your door.
The Victorians were on to something. They valued romance. We on the other hand exchange letters for phone calls, love poems for emails and flowers for sex. Does true romance exist without good sex? And does Romance always have to lead to sex?
Did the men in our century become cheap or just plain lazy or don’t we like to be wooed anymore? Have we taken the romance out of modern society, Does that mean that men should now woo us with shoes and checks instead of roses and chocolates? Does that mean that they have to take us on dates to the shopping mall instead of the theatre? Maybe ladies we are the ones that have put a price tag up for romance and surely it has hit the roof.
Okay maybe (just maybe) small little gestures counts as romance, like bringing you a cup of coffee in bed, buying you a slab when he goes out to the corner café for smokes and milk and taking out the trash.
But I still wouldn’t say no to some Old fashioned romance.
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