Romance

The other day a tractor came down my road from the farm. My thought? (a) this should be a horse (b) he should be ridiculously attractive (c) I should have some accident like dropping my school bag so he can stop, get down and (d) start talking to me so we can (e) start falling in love.

I blame the Hannah Montana Movie.

But in reality, this (not very attractive at all) young man, who was too old for me anyway, went straight past me. Which is just as well; I has this boy what I am going out. He lovely. :)

I think I have watched to many films / TV shows and read too many books that have all that love stuff in them. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my boyfriend; he's amazing, really. But thanks to all that romance fiction I do kinda a little bit expect him to just do something randomly amazingly sweet and crazily over the top.

for example; I think if / when I am proposed to I am actually going to be surprised if it's just; "I love you, marry me?". I want a room filled with candles (Friends) or a thousand yellow daises (Gilmore Girls). That doesn't mean I expect it, of course. Don't think I am some high maintenance girlfriend who demands everything her way, it's just I kinda want that. My mother did always tell me that "I want doesn't get" and I know that. But a girl can dream, can't she?

But when I think about it, I realise have the kind of romance I like. Love in fact. The kind of romance that is my boyfriend only ever giving me the orange tic-tacs from the orange and lime packets coz I said I like those better or tickling me all the time at school coz he likes to make me giggle or wrapping his arms around me when it's cold while singing Take That songs. Because I love it when he sings.

It may simple, but it's real. And I love it.

But Liam, you can always buy me flowers. :p

So, really I just have to understand that fiction is just that. Fiction. A lot of those things are written by woman who have the idea of a perfect man in their minds and find their way to make him real. But the man in my life is perfect enough.





(Gosh, what a fickle little teenage girl am I going to sound if in a few months / weeks / days / hours I post a blog all about how i just got dumped / broke up with him)

(Well seeing as I started this Friday and it is now Monday it proves a) that I am still in like like with him and b) it takes me FOREVER to finish a blog sometimes...)

*Now imagine the tinkling of a piano coz I am about to do some SERIOUS piano practise*

(Piano playing is not for the small handed - let me tell you)

Anyways.. The lesson of today. Fiction is fiction and we should learn to appreciate the real little gestures of love. We should all stop comparing men to Edward Cullen. He's got the vampirery thing going on, and he's had a century to practise all this. Most men are just winging it.

I wish you all a romantic day

Emma

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