i wish the answer would be yes but i feel otherwise. Sex though is hot wired probably in a remote primitive region in our brain it is needed for our survival but romance is a cognitive function develpped much later in an area that at least in me i never quite understood.Yhe last gift I bought my wife for her birthday? was a black and decker battery operated screwdriver. As i said to her if you want somehing just go get it.
yichel
"Yhe last gift I bought my wife for her birthday? was a black and decker battery operated screwdriver."
Oh my, Yichel! I am not even going to think about making a comment about this,lol!
I'm sorry to hear that yichel. Both I and my wife have made romance the ongoing theme of our relationship. I don't think I'd function well without. Our friends are the same way -- it's a wonderful thing!
I post about romance and get only a few responses. Denjolly posts about POO and gets 18 responses!
Well, that answers my questions for sure.
Oh, Yichel, who do you think you are? Fiddler on the Roof?
(Tevye)
Do you love me?
(Golde)
Do I what?
(Tevye)
Do you love me?
(Golde)
Do I love you?
With our daughters getting married
And this trouble in the town
You're upset, you're worn out
Go inside, go lie down!
Maybe it's indigestion
(Tevye)
"Golde I'm asking you a question..."
Do you love me?
(Golde)
You're a fool
(Tevye)
"I know..."
But do you love me?
(Golde)
Do I love you?
For twenty-five years I've washed your clothes
Cooked your meals, cleaned your house
Given you children, milked the cow
After twenty-five years, why talk about love right now?
(Tevye)
Golde, The first time I met you
Was on our wedding day
I was scared
(Golde)
I was shy
(Tevye)
I was nervous
(Golde)
So was I
(Tevye)
But my father and my mother
Said we'd learn to love each other
And now I'm asking, Golde
Do you love me?
(Golde)
I'm your wife
(Tevye)
"I know..."
But do you love me?
(Golde)
Do I love him?
For twenty-five years I've lived with him
Fought him, starved with him
Twenty-five years my bed is his
If that's not love, what is?
(Tevye)
Then you love me?
(Golde)
I suppose I do
(Tevye)
And I suppose I love you too
(Both)
It change a thing
But even so
After twenty-five years
It's nice to know
Very good Marti. I find it very interesting how my definition of love is in constant transition ! Love means so many different things to so many different people ! ... and I'm only talking about love between partners. Not parental, sibling etc.
Romance.....well after 33 (?) Years all I can say is whats that? I do vaguely remember. I dont think I was ever fortunate enough to meet a guy who was romantic though. I never ever got flowers from a guy or much of anything else. I got flowers from the hubby once when the midwife sent him out to get me some after the birth of our son. That was the first and last. So I guess I have lived without it all my life so.....I would not know how to react at this late stage.
Birthdays and Christmas we get what we want if we can afford it but never anything spontaneous.
Would I enjoy romance. I dont know....not with hubby now its too late.
I think the ones who don't think about romance is ones who have gave up on it.
Romance is so good for the soul. I'm not speaking about sex here, but experiencing romance can give one a feeling of grace. Rather the feeling is for someone you love or someone you like or hope to love and be loved back by, it is a gift.
Starrybright
I am going to do a quick reply before I read the others. This is a great topic.
I don't believe we are born with a need for romantic love. Maybe if a growing child is totally isolated from our culture, it might happen. This is a cultural influence. We hear love songs, see love scenrios everywhere, it just becomes an expectation. It IS possible to go through long periods without thinking about romantic love. i.e., a priest and all of his parishioners. He is surrounded by brotherly love. But at some time, due to the world influence that I mentioned, he will long for that romantic love.
Is somebody in here a screen writer?
Prior to William Shakespeare what was love or romance?
Who defined it?
