Who Really Knows Love?
When it comes to love why do all men seem to either hit the nail right on the head or bomb miserably? It seems as if women have men beat, hands down, in the romance department.
So, check it: A men can walk four miles and throw stones at a woman’s window until she wakes up and that is considered romantic. But if a female did that to a men he would, first, call the cops, and second he would tell his boys how he met a psycho! So, maybe women don’t have men beat. Or maybe love is just a certain mental terrain that can’t be totally analyzed in this life… EVER!
I’d like to hear some of your romantic experiences. The reason why I ask for these is to let those who have never had one- or- those who haven’t had a romantic experience in a while try one out if only vicariously through your comments.
We might now be able to resolve all of the questions on love in regards to feelings, but we sure can analyze the reasons why our actions speak louder than the words: I love you. Keep an open mind and share. Thanx!
Love, peace and empathy
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Oh my gosh, thank you for posting this! You say things that need be said. I do believe love can't be analyzed at all. I also believe that men don't do romantic things often enough these days. They're not willing to make asses out of themselves for the women they love. They're either cynical about it, guarded from being hurt, or whatever. But let me tell you, personally? Even though I consider myself a strong woman, small gesture goes a long way towards winning me over. My romantic experiences...it's been a while since someone actually tried, without the goal of immediately getting down the pants. But one guy, he wrapped a box with newspaper, and left it on my doorstep in college, rang the doorbell. I went downstairs, saw my name on a card, opened it...the box had a big teddy bear in it. And when I looked around, he was nowhere to be seen. Which told me he liked me enough to wait for the reaction, the phone call...not expecting instant gratification. Okay, so I'm not a teddy bear girl (see Ewok pic, I'm quirky like that). But it was the gesture that mattered, and the feeling it gave that I remembered. |
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I remember dating a girl a while back, she was a graphic artist and a heck of a website designer. Things were going well, we knew eachother for quite a while. I remember the day I finally wanted to make it solid with her and tell her I loved her, but didn't want to make it the cheesey old fassioned kinda blurt it out and hope she says it back. No... I had to make it special. It had to be perfect. It had to be planned. I worked for a good 3 days on the set up. I made a crappy website off some no name server. I was a big time writer back then, so when she would come in and see me editing it I'd tell her I was setting up my poetry and such. I told her I didn't have a clue what I was doing (which wasn't true), so she helped me with a few things. Got a few tables set up, all that stuff. I had a fake 'time table' on the front to make it look like I'd been working on it for weeks. Update times, notifications, all that. It was perfect. It was a boring saturday night one day. I was over at her house and nothing was going on, so I figured 'perfect time'. Everyone was in the room, girl was watching a movie so I jumped on the computer and tooled around a bit not really doing anything. I started acting frusterated, clicking various links. I threw my hands in the air and asked her to come over. She was so into the movie she didn't notice half the links weren't even hooked up. She clicked over all of them to check paths until she got to the last one. The last one was obvious. It was labled 'click here for a suprise!' , but the entire site was based off poetry so hardcore and the movie was so good she never really cared. She clicked it to go to a page with a large 'I LOVE YOU' graphic in a beautiful candy red. Tears of Joy, my friend. Tears of flubbin joy. |
