posted 09-21-2001 01:28 AM
What is romance? Once someone asked Louis Armstrong what jazz was. He said if you have to ask, you'll never know. I'm not that mean. I seriously doubt I can answer this for you but try I will.First you'll have to change your perspective for a minute. Women in other countrys aren't asking what romance is. You see they know. I believe this is because they don't live under a deluge of feminista propaganda like we do.
You're not a welder, an ironworker, a diesel mechanic or any other feminista craziness.
For this moment you are a woman, just a natural women, free from political agendas,
the artless rush of this time in history, free from any expectation of sisterhoods or anyone else.
Late at night with my ex feminista girlfriend. Some date! For hours I had been enduring her feminista rhetoric while I was always the gentleman....
Beautiful moonlight, perfect night, by the water, and I hit the limit of my endurance for hearing about some souless version of "relationships"
Enough of this, I hit the stops. Explained to her that I didn't appreciate what I call the "r" word.(relationship) You see relationship is a technical term and should never be applied to people. A gear turns this way, or that depending on the relationship of the driving gear etc., The moon moves in an eliptical orbit in relationship to the earth. I have a relationship with the electric company. If I don't pay they shut off the power!
I have romances with beautiful women. Things that can only be understood and spoken of by the heart. And only her heart. She is not my significant other, she is my beloved and I invite her to the hearts dance knowing the dizzy delight she will know at the prospect that some one loves her. Finally someone she loves loves her in return!
And in that moment when their lips touch, the man becomes magically better than he is, and in kissing the Prince, the Princess is set free. Always set free from an evil spell, a bewitched apple given to her by a hag.
They look into each others eyes and see wonders they never dreamed of, because they have been transformed by the oldest magic on earth.
After I explained this to her I told her to kiss me. My hearts intent was to knock her socks off(which I did), but the kicker is that she captured me with that kiss. And I'm convinced to this day that the whole thing was a set up. Oh no, not by her , but by a love far above and beyond us.
It is the hag, in the form of feministas that have put so many women in an evil spell where they don't believe in the magic of love.
And whats a Prince to do? When she "knows" that men only want one thing.... where is there room for love, and how could romance do anything but wither and die in the cold black emptiness of distrust?
I have endured manhating women all my life. Women who's hearts are dark because of their arrogance and distrust.... and unaware of the utter lifelessness of their spirits pronounce men as evil. They say the Prince never came to them. He did, but these women didn't believe in love. They only believed in sex. And that is what they got. Arrogant fools that they are they never consider that the problem lies in their hearts, their cold, dark, calculating and distrustful hearts.
My hope for you dear is that someday your Prince will come. Of that I have no doubt. My hopes are that the light of his love will bring springtime to your delicate heart, and you will be able to tell your daughters what romance is.