In the tradition of me only blogging once every year or so, here’s my latest update. Can’t say I’m not regular. And I have something that’s been bugging me for quite some time now.
There use to be slow dancing. We’d go out to the little dance club and have a jol. And at some point in the evening, around midnight, they’d start playing the cheesy slow songs. Lady in red (Chris De Burgh). Bed of roses (Bon Jovi). Don’t want to miss a thing (Aerosmith). (Some of you younglings might want to google this shit). To mention but a few.
You know. Music you could get close with. Music that would allow you and your girl to get close. Physically. Emotionally. The type of dancing you could do on an A3 piece of paper because you barely moved. For that moment, you forgot the world. Because it was out there. And what mattered was here. Now. In the fold of your arms. Her. Close.
I look at a lot of the people I know nowadays and wonder. What the FUCK! I know they’re dating someone. They’re in a relationship. Not a ‘Friends with benefits’ deal. Not a ‘yeah, I’ll go with them tonight if nothing better comes along’ deal. No, I’m talking a full on change your Facebook relationship status involvement. And yet, I never see them together. Repeatedly. And not because of work or distance. I don’t know.
I’m afraid it seems that romance is drawing its dying breaths. I’m not talking about the normal ‘romance’ you see flaunted about around Valentines day. No, I’m not referring to the occasional candle light dinner at some fancy restaurant with a rose thrown in for good measure. I’m talking about that romance. The deeper romance. The romance that’s so subtle and yet still hits you like a brick to the head when you’re in it. It’s not blatant. It’s not loud. It’s something quiet and private. Something you couldn’t explain to someone even if you wanted to. The type of romance that causes that look. Not a look of lust. Not a look of conquest. No, it’s closer to adoration. It’s subtle. It’s deep. And wow. To experience it.
Fuck. I lost my train of thought again. Chris Isaak you sonofabitch.
I don’t know. Perhaps I’m hanging out in all the wrong places. But I rarely witness true romance and Love anymore. Yes, I capitalized it on purpose. Granted, I still see a great many couples, but it leaves me wondering. Do most relationships happen over Whatsapp these days? Am I blocking out something? Am I just being blind? Or have the dynamics of relationships really changed so much?
It’s no wonder I’m still single.
I’ll let you in on a little secret. I did latin and ballroom dancing. I go to the theatre by choice. I have Andrew Lloyd Webber music blaring in my car. I’m a traditionalist. I’m a romantic. And apparently I’m the odd one out. Believe me, if you ever find yourself in a position where I date you I can guarantee you’ll be one of the luckiest women on the planet. But be warned. I take it seriously. I want to be wanted as well. I want to find and nurture the romance. I want Love. The capital L kind.
Ok. Why did I write this? Yeah, I don’t know either. Trying to write down my thoughts on some matters is like trying to blow smoke into the wind. So be it.
Bring back romance.