I am a romantic. I know that about myself. If you have read Hopeful Dreams, you will know that about me too. I love love. I know people who don’t love love, I know people who love it but have given up on it and people who’s lifestyles just reflect on how they’ve never needed it. But I am a believer of love. But romance on the other hand, there are just somethings that don’t pass as ‘romantic’ in my eyes. And for this reason, it is safe to say,
The realist in me is always fighting the romantic in me.
I will give you an example, perhaps my biggest challenge;
A bed covered with rose petals
Romantic: red rose petals on white linen (I am a sucker for white bedding), the image in my head is just heavenly. The fact that he would have gone out of his way to buy roses, only to destroy their form; that would earn him an E for Effort.
Realist: First of all, I think I would appreciate the petals on the rose more, than on the bed. I mean, I don’t fancy having to then pick up a bunch of wilted rose petals off the bedroom floor after the ‘passion’ has ended. Secondly, I don’t think I want rose petals wedged up in my derriere. Plus, I don’t think rose petals appreciate being stuck up there either… just saying.