Here’s the thing. I spend a lot of time telling people I am not a romantic. I actually waste my breath sharing my absolute hatred of romantic comedies (true) and roll my eyes and groan when someone talks about romance. I am a romantic curmudgeon and I want everyone to know about it.
I’m really not. I’m sure most of you reading this are now rolling your eyes and groaning because you have always known the truth. It’s not that hard to figure out. How many times have I written about romance here?
So why the desire to be seen as romantic curmudgeon? Because when I think of women and romance there is one word that immediately comes to mind: weak.
Maybe it’s the endless stream of romantic comedies with men committing unforgivable acts yet still winning the women back with a grand gesture. Maybe it’s growing up in a house with a tough mom who truly isn’t much of a romantic–or at least doesn’t seem to be. Maybe it’s because of how vulnerable I feel when I let romance into my life. Whatever the reason, that’s the word I think of and that word I spend a lot of time avoiding.
Recently I was confronted with my terrible attitude. I thought about it. Over and over. I realized that I need to get over it. I need to be willing to let my guard down sometimes. I don’t always need to be perceived as strong. And enjoying romance does not in any way make a woman weak. In many ways it can make her a stronger, more loving, caring, and open person. That’s something I fully support.
There you have it. I like sweet, romantic gestures. My heart beats faster when someone I care about takes the time to do something thoughtful. I love surprises. And from now on, I’m going to be more open to random acts of love.