(This was originally posted to the Kittenspeak mailing list, and I didn’t think much of it at the time. Just a thought. But I have re-thought, and I kind of like what I said. So here are my Valentine’s Day thoughts – almost a month too late.)
To my experience, I am more likely to consider circumstances and situations as romantic, more romantic than the contrived acrobatics into which we throw ourselves on these holiday occasions. Or on anniversaries. Or when we want to recreate some kind of lost spark. As if the whole thing were a pile of wet kindling that just needs some direct sunlight and a little flint against steel. Humans are better when left to their own devices, I believe. Or if you need assistance, find a way to let an occasion envelope you and your partner where you are both caught up in the moment, neither one trying to impress, both feeling the welling.
Romance is rain. Misting into parking lots or dark alleys, where you were originally walking your date back to her car, only to find your back pressed against the bricks, lips against your lips, hands and hands and hands. Now you didn’t plan this, no singing telegram, no chartered limousine, but its the moment, and its right, and you are both surrendering.
Sure. There are times for sending flowers, giving cards, offering candy, presenting stuffed animals, dining out, sleeping in. But remember through your sensual history, which moments locked in your brain as the kinds of things novels write themselves around? Most of them will not have arrived at your door via FTD Florist.
Just my 2 pence. I may be wrong. Or perhaps I missed the point.
