Romance
Here is a list of words direct from my brain, the result of a self-administered word-association exercise. The word? Romance.
corsets
kissing
flowers
lingerie
perfume
gifts
heels
hotels
lovey-dovey
what women want
emotions
buttons
bra hooks
spooning
holding
candlelight
wine
cheap fiction
Heathcliff
Emily Brontë
frock coats
And so on.
Disappointingly pedestrian, I'm sure you'll agree.
So if we're looking for more than just a hook-up, something greater than sex, is romance that thing? And if so, what is romance? Is it about longing and unrequited desire, or is it sex after a nice dinner?
Romance. It's this week's focus.
Romance Part 2, Romance Part 3, Romance Part 4.
10 comments:
Romance is about being wooed. It's about feeling weak in the knees and all tingly inside.
Romance is fleeting... Too much romance makes me gag. Gawd... I sound like a cynic
Daaaamn, you were spot on with Heathcliff, but you forgot David Bowie as Jareth. :)
Funny, lots of those words would be in my list too... but what I immediately think of romance isn't the real life version, I don't think.
I'm with talesfromabarstool... it's great at the beginning, it's great from time to time, but too much is stiffling. The reason I think of the film version first is probably because that is somehow more appealing. The thing about romance is that it is unsustainable. You can have a romantic evening but you can't live your life by romance. I couldn't anyway. I value my independence too much.
When we describe someone as having a rommantic view of life, we usually mean they're unrealistic, they look at everything through the old rose-coloured glasses; maybe they excpect life to be like a film. Which is to say, we might excpect our lovers to be rommantic from time to time, but we probably don't want them to be hopelessly rommantic if we're planning on building a life with them.
Or maybe that's just me.
Huh. Weak at the knees and tingly inside, eh TFABS? That sounds like what I imagine a lady orgasm feels like. But what do I know?
Bowie as a goblin? My my, Miss Milk, what....interesting tastes you have.
Jenny, I just love the difference between romantic and hopelessly romantic. There's all the difference in the world, right there.
Reading K&B this week, I'm surprised to discover that romance isn't dead after all - not inside my head, anyway.
For me, it's mainly about making otherwise ordinary moments together feel as though no one else in the world exists except the two of you.
There's nothin' unrequited, tortured, or grand about it.
More Mr. Darcy & Lizzie than Heathcliff & Catherine.
For instance:
slow dancing in the kitchen
falling asleep holding hands
sharing firelight
walking together in snow
a smiling glance across a room
(Bra hooks? Really, Wombat?)
Nice one, Doc. You'll see I have stolen your definition and made a post of it.
Brill. And you've neatly lifted those small romantic moments to their proper place as the most important ones.
As for bra hooks....it's my brain, and I have to live with it. Imagine what that's like!
Oh Wombat - all the lingerie associations.....are you a connoisseur of ladies frillies? Do your tastes run Agent Provocateur?
Aside from the clothing options - romance for me....the hand gently on the small of my back, sweeping the hair from the back of my neck to find just the right spot to kiss, the unexpected thoughtful remembrance of a like or dislike...sigh - I've just realized that my idea of romance is rather mundane.
Mundane? Not at all, Anon. The simplest touch can be the most romantic.
Agent Provocateur is a new brand to me. Bravo, Anon, hot stuff. I'm a connoisseur only in the sense that an ornithologist watches birds.
Are you the owner of any sweet AP lovelies?
Only watching Wombat? Where's the fun in that? Glad to have introduced you to my favorite line of frillies. Experiencing them first hand is quite lovely.
It seems the marketers of all things "romantic" - cards, jewelry, flowers and candy are wasting resources according to those of us here with tastes that run toward the intangible. But don't take me wrong - jewelry is still dandy.
Ah, well, perhaps that bird analogy wasn't precisely reflecting my thoughts on hot frillies, Anon.
Experiencing them first hand is indeed most lovely.
*lost in reverie of lingerie and everything a thusly clad female engenders*
*in my mind*
The beauty of romance is that it can take on many forms. From a jeweled belly chain, to candle-lit baths, to subtle neck caresses.
Hells. Just thinking about such fun is getting me pretty damn hot here. You and your underoos!
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