What is romance to you ?

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What does romance mean to you? How would you define it, and how much of it do you have?

 

[Str8shooter]

I'll bite. I met my wife on a blind date that I didn't know I was on until I met her. It was set up by friends. I told my best friend that I was going to marry her that night. I had some serious issues and was not the best person in the world. Understatement. I knew that she was out of my league and that I had to change if I were to get her to want to date me. It was like the Forrest Gump quote, "Me and Jenny goes together like peas and carrots." We just clicked although it took her six years of dating to agree to marry me. Like I said, I had issues. She is still the prettiest lady I have ever seen. She is everything to me and I don't want to be around if she is not here.

 

[dseag2]

I met my hubby 33 years ago at a bar. We just immediately connected. I invited him to a movie over Labor Day. We sat and talked for hours and never made it to the movie. He came to my apartment on Saturday and left on Monday. We bought a place together in October. We are still together to this day. Aside from Lady and The Tramp eating spaghetti together, that is romance to me. And romance grows into "soul mates" over the years.

 

[Checkerboard Strangler]

You guys have already heard my story enough times.

 

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What does romance mean to you? How would you define it, and how much of it do you have?

3.7 billion views, the most I’ve seen for any media, I “Let Her Go.” We hadn’t seen or talked to each other since we were introduced a week before by my roommate. It was 53 years ago, I was 18 and she was a few weeks shy of 18. We looked into each other’s eyes and the next four hours were a blur. We shared the almost wordless experience of a reunion, the closest I got to learning contact details was her full name, the town 20 miles away where she lived, and the high school she had graduated from four months before. The friend she had arrived with needed to leave and we said goodbye without exchanging phone numbers. She knew where I lived.it was just understood she would be back.

One week later I was with someone I had met the next day. It was the first evening we were spending at my place. My roommate knocked on the door. My “other half” from the week before was waiting in our kitchen.we were akready a couple and it didn’t feel like a new thing, just natural. i told her what she already knew, that it was more than I could have wished for to hold her in my arms again but I needef a rain check because I was with someone I had met six days before. She refused and said either you are with me tonight or you won’t get another chance. I told her I had to be fair to the person in the next room who I had invited over and after tonight I did not see how she could shut me out permanently because we both felt like we were one since the moment we met. We kissed and hugged goodbye and I told her I would see her soon. She replied that I wouldn’t if I didn’t spend that evenijg with her. I asked her to try to understand why.I could not and I …,

 

[beefheart]

What does romance mean to you? How would you define it, and how much of it do you have?

My wife and I, we complete each other's sentences, we come up with the same weird jokes at the same time that others don't understand. We improv off each other when dealing with servers, hotel clerks, and such. Not being mean, not being condescending, but like two improv comedians. We met each other at the age of 50, we each kissed some frogs before finding our prince/princess. We don't obsess over things, we laugh at farts, burps and the daily reports of our pooping status. She gets me, I get her, I adore her son, he respects me, we have a trusting bond. I can't think of anyone else I want to spend time with, I am excited to see her when I rise each day. We make each other laugh, we make each other lose it laughing, in every kind of situation, from being in public, to being intimate. We are best friends, we are lovers we each are that missing piece of the puzzle of our lives. We should have found each other earlier in life, the missed connections are mystical, frustrating and maddening, we were in the same place, the same time so many times, but life had its way of delaying it. And that is good, we were different people 40 years ago, 30, 20 years ago. We have been together 10 years and married almost 2 years. We live in the now, we know all too well that life is fragile, the end can come at any time. We both waited a long time to be with the right person, yeah, it was worth the wait.

 

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My wife and I, we complete each other's sentences, we come up with the same weird jokes at the same time that others don't understand. We improv off each other when dealing with servers, hotel clerks, and such. Not being mean, not being condescending, but like two improv comedians. We met each other at the age of 50, we each kissed some frogs before finding our prince/princess. We don't obsess over things, we laugh at farts, burps and the daily reports of our pooping status. She gets me, I get her, I adore her son, he respects me, we have a trusting bond. I can't think of anyone else I want to spend time with, I am excited to see her when I rise each day. We make each other laugh, we make each other lose it laughing, in every kind of situation, from being in public, to being intimate. We are best friends, we are lovers we each are that missing piece of the puzzle of our lives. We should have found each other earlier in life, the missed connections are mystical, frustrating and maddening, we were in the same place, the same time so many times, but life had its way of delaying it. And that is good, we were different people 40 years ago, 30, 20 years ago. We have been together 10 years and married almost 2 years. We live in the now, we know all too well that life is fragile, the end can come at any time. We both waited a long time to be with the right person, yeah, it was worth the wait.

“The missed connections”. At least yours were unwitting, you have no reason to
blamr yourselves.

I repressed my memory of her for the next 50 years, at first because I was so disappointed. I contacted her for the first time in 50-1/2 years, after learning almost accidentally that we live 35 miles from each other, 900 miles from where we said goodbye. We made choices resulting in our continuing to miss out on what we could have shared during all of the time that’s gone by. We still have the opportunity for one of us to die in the other’s arms, capturing the end after squandering the middle.

 

[Rexedgar]

If you can still relate once the allure of what kind of bloomers she is wearing has worn off, you did ok….

 

[Slartibartfast]

Sexual playfulness, physical intimacy (not necessarily sex), and shared experiences.

 

[BirdinHand]

What does romance mean to you? How would you define it, and how much of it do you have?

My husband is my best friend and partner in life. We have faced some real shit together over the past 15 years - between growing businesses to burying both of my parents to caring for both of his and having a horrific pregnancy and a preemie son who has some special needs…and the list goes on and on.

In every instance above - and all the mundane in between - I’ve always known we have each other’s backs 100% and can always count on him. He’s my rock.

And yet, he still gives me butterflies and makes my toes curl and we love sneaking away for date nights and couple vacations whenever we can.

I’m not quite sure how we got so lucky with one another, but I’m sure glad we did.

 

[iamwhatiseem]

My husband is my best friend and partner in life. We have faced some real shit together over the past 15 years - between growing businesses to burying both of my parents to caring for both of his and having a horrific pregnancy and a preemie son who has some special needs…and the list goes on and on.

In every instance above - and all the mundane in between - I’ve always known we have each other’s backs 100% and can always count on him. He’s my rock.

And yet, he still gives me butterflies and makes my toes curl and we love sneaking away for date nights and couple vacations whenever we can.

I’m not quite sure how we got so lucky with one another, but I’m sure glad we did.

Excellent post.
And you are not "lucky". It wasn't luck that made you guys what you are - it was your determination to sacrifice yourselves for the benefit of the other.
What is at the core of every failed marriage is resentment. Based mostly on each other's selfishness and selfish acts.
And what is at the core of every successful marriage - is the absence of resentment as a result of both of them putting each other above their selfish natures.
I am VERY happy to say my wife and I are like your marriage. And no doubt like yourselves, it didn't just happen. It takes real work and sacrifice to get past the early years, to know and accept the faults you can live with, and work on the ones you cannot.

Congratulations on your success.

 

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Some beautiful responses. I love a bit of positivity.

 

[CLAX1911]

What does romance mean to you? How would you define it, and how much of it do you have?

To me romance is a genre of movie or novel. Or an intellectual cultural movement of the early 19th century. The concept of romantic as in relation to my Partner doesn't exactly compute with me. We have sexy times we have cuddly times when you have times where we are intimate without sex general closeness so I'm not sure qualified as romantic.

 

[Str8shooter]

I thought that I would add another comment to this thread. While driving around last night, a song entitled The Good Stuff by Kenny Chesney came on. One line from the song goes:

Eatin' burnt suppers the whole first year
An' askin' for seconds to keep her from tearin' up
Yeah, man, that's the good stuff

That made me laugh when thinking about this thread. My wife is an outstanding cook. We have been married for 42 years. Still, the first "big meal" she fixed for me included her burning the biscuits. She was so upset and started to cry. I told her that I like my biscuits overdone. I grabbed one, buttered it, and ate it to show her I liked her biscuits. To this day, she still thinks that I like my biscuits overdone. In fact, she will put them in to get them "done" for me after she takes a few out for her. LOL I'm never going to tell her the truth. 42 years and counting. I hope that we make it a few more decades.

 

[Bighorn66]

What does romance mean to you?

Financial ruin.

 

[noonereal]

What does romance mean to you?

Really, not much. That was more a post war thing that evaporated during the free love era of the late 60.

So it is mainly the nostalgia of an old black and white movie.