Or put another way… is good old down to earth lemon tart rather than chocolate and champagne, the food of love?
I think my husband bringing me coffee in bed in the morning is romantic. He probably sees it as a practical way of waking me up enough so I’ll get up and help with the morning rush.
He thinks me writing him little notes are romantic. I think it’s a practical way of getting him to remember the shopping list.
Romance seems to veer between sweeping sagas and small acts of sweetness, that are in themselves not much, but work on us the same way as undying devotions of love and badly written poetry.
I’ll return to this theme in a later post, as there is other stuff I want to cover that doesn’t seem to fit here. Nevertheless it ties in with the whole ideology of romantic gestures and relationships.
What makes us think something is sweet enough that we call it romance and how come people from entirely different walks of life can view an idea in exactly this way?
Well, love is universal and romance is tied to it like red roses are to Valentine’s Day – so it’s no wonder people from around the world have similar perceptions of what is romantic.