How would you define romance? Hmmm, would it be a candlelight dinner under the stars, a walk along the beach hand in hand or a special look when you least expect it?
I have come to learn that my outlook of romance has changed over the years. When I was young-er, in my teens and early twenties, BH (before husband), it was those wonderful starry eyed scenes from chick flicks. Women in distress, saved by a handsome stranger, they look into each other's eyes and wham! they're in love. Oh, all my girlfriends thought so too. The knight in shining armor was coming to take us away on his white horse.
Then I dated a few of those knights and realized there was no horse, sometimes there was no car, and he wanted me to take him to a different town to get away from his crazy ex-wife. Not so romantic. Did I become cynical? A little.
Of course I have since learned there is more to romance than one special event. Its a series of moments that make the romance in a relationship. A few of my favorites are holding hands as we walk through the mall, a kiss on the neck for no apparent reason, a massage that's not considered foreplay. I've talked to a some friends and they all agree seeing our men wash the dishes, vacuum the house and take the kids to soccer practice while we get in a bubble bath ranks up there pretty high too.
Don't call me a hypocrite when you read my book though (when I finally finish it and someone thinks its wonderful and publishes it). Yes, I used the typical romantic stuff you read everywhere else, but I think I added some of the grown up romance too. She's not overly sexy and it wasn't love at first sight. He is super handsome and every woman wants him (gee, I'm not perfect). Life can be both. They are, at least, grown ups, both in their 40's, with grown up problems and grown up lives. I tried....