Don’t Dis the Romance

And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more
Christana Perri, A Thousand Years – Lyrics- Featured in the Twilight Saga

photo credit: The Two-Step: The Dance Towards Intimacy; Eileen McCann (Author), Douglas Shannon (Illustrator)

photo credit: The Two-Step: The Dance Towards Intimacy; Eileen McCann (Author), Douglas Shannon (Illustrator)

To all of you out there that think that romanctical stuff is all fuzzy wuzzy, and silly; I want to warn you – Don’t dis romance. If your partner gets all choked up in the face of romance movie or novel, don’t forget that you are a part of this. They get way more choked up around their love for you than they do about any “silly” romance movie or novel. You are an integral part of their belief system.

If you poo poo your or shoot down your romantically natured partner you are actually shooting your relationship in the foot. Some of us are just hard-wired for intense feelings. Some of them not so pleasant but when we feel good, we feel really really good!

So ride the wave baby, go with the flow. Don’t squelch romantic inclinations in your partner. In the end, if you do this, you lose.  I don’t mean to imply that you are heartless or don’t really care about your partner, far from it. We all have different ways of expressing emotions. Some of us don’t do it at all. Then there are those of us who want to build a 50 foot high pink heart on the front lawn for Valentine’s Day. We may not actually do this for fear of getting laughed it, but the desire is still there.

My love for the Hubman is incredibly intense. So intense that I often freeze up and don’t do or say anything about it at all. He tends to shy away from intense emotionally displays except for the macho-man acceptable topics, sports, politics, etc. I actually told him once that I was jealous of football because that is the only time I see him display emotions; rage, joy, disgust, elation. Politics really gets him going, but it doesn’t do a thing for me. I always want to put my hands over my ears to block it out.

Things that get me jacked up are what is happening right here, right now. A pretty flower, a baby’s smile, a beautiful sunset – not speculations on what may or may not be happening on the other side of the globe.

Mr. Hubman drives a huge Ford F150 truck and there are times I think he loves the truck more than me. Is this a macho man’s version of a romance novel, I wonder? I told him once that if he loved that damned truck so much why didn’t he just go sleep in it. He ignored me. (the very nerve!)

Maybe the point I’m trying to make here is; don’t trivialize someone else’s passion, even if you don’t quite understand it.

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