last night ian and i had dinner at a restaurant on the beach (my new beach, here in white rock) walked along the boardwalk, watched the sunset, got gelato and walked some more. all very romantic. too bad it was wasted with ian. but it does bring me to a topic that has been discussed a lot recently.
romance.
i would never include being a romantic in my list of qualities. i don't think that i can pull it off, and that it comes across as forced when attempting a "romantic gesture". after analysing the topic in length, X said that i am so romantic i'm beyond it. and they were serious, because we had come to the conclusion that romance is doing something for someone that they like. if someone likes flowers, you bring them flowers. if someone has a seagull that keeps them awake, you kill it (sorry, that one slipped in there... my seagull just stopped by for a visit). and this is where our theory went to pot and i got left with the title of über romantic. i do lots of little things for people.
i don't think i'm trying to sleep with any of them. but is that the ultimate goal of romance, sex?
now, i'm pretty receptive to romantic efforts, but i'm not sure the other way around works that well for me... but maybe i can learn. until then, is okay to keep "romancing" my friends with walks on the beach, little gifts, and meals for two?
what is romance, anyway? is what's nice to one person, romantic to another? is there some sort of scale?
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