So here’s an unusual admission for you from a woman, I don’t like romance. This is not just something that I’ve convinced myself of so that I’ll be happy with my life, this is the way that I’ve always been. I have never trusted romantic men.
This is my reasoning, I’m a pragmatist. I like reality without the rose coloured glasses. Don’t try to sweep me off my feet with flowers and chocolates. Pick up the broom and sweep around the kitchen table after dinner. As I see it, it comes down to this, life and marriage are filled with day to day drudgery and I need someone who will be my partner in this. There’s a reason that all of the chick lit novels are written about single people finding one another, heck even Jane Austen ended her novels at the weddings. Long haul marriages are filled with the real stuff like diapers, paying bills, cooking, laundry, P.T.A. meetings, staff meetings, committee meetings, piano lessons, ski lessons, and a million other fun things. This is the stuff of life, it can be messy and it’s often boring. I need someone who will be my partner in this, not someone who expects a woman with a constant smile on her face and sparkle in her eye.
These are the things that are romantic or better than romantic to me; the surprise of having my gas tank filled, warming the car up before I have to get in and drive the kids to school, a shoveled driveway, swooping up a baby to change a diaper without being asked, watching my husband play catch with the kids or play anything with them, deflecting my anger when I’ve lost the ability to parent effectively, letting me sleep in on the weekend without my asking,reviewing the day with me late at night in bed, treating me with respect each and every day, valuing my opinion, knowing that I can trust you around ANY woman and my favourite, holding me in your arms like I’m the most important thing in the world to you.
Keep your flowers, your candlelit dinners and your chocolates, they’re nice but they’re not what I want. However, jewelry, is always gratefully accepted. 😉