We took a cab to Marble Arch and I walked the rest of the way home, only four blocks south. The sun was peeking through the horizon and the wind crisply blew down the quiet streets of London. We had spent the entire night sipping on one to many cocktails and listening to jazz. When I got back to my flat I plopped myself down on the bed, shoes left on, and slept until the early afternoon. It was never anything more than that. Each night started with cocktails, turned into jazz, and ended with me sleeping until noon. And now it’s a different man, different city, different music, but the same routine. Romance is dead. But really who is to blame? People tend to find comfort within the mundane. Unromantic adventures become ordinary, as romance itself seems to be fictional fantasy. Just like anything else in life you have to break the routine and take a chance. In order to find what you want you have to give up something that you have. If you want romantic adventures you have to give up the comforts of the unromantic. I have learned this lesson not by experience but by secondhand accounts. Continuing on with two secondhand stories of great risks followed by great ardor…
When I Return
She already had her heart broken terribly at a young age, left by the father of her child and kick out of her home. At eighteen she was a single mother and living on her own. It would only be fair if she led a life of loathing towards men but this tragic event only made her stronger and eventually led to amnesty. Her daughter turned eight when she began chatting online with a friend of a friend. This chit chat led to an in person meeting which was still filled with all the chemistry that was there in cyber space. There was only one problem. She had to leave for Texas. Leaving the state for over two years would make this relationship nearly impossible. When she told her love what had to be done his response was, “if you still love me when you return I want to marry you.” One year turned to two, two to three, three to home. When she returned she decided that she could not stop thinking about this man. They married and years later their love stays strong.
Stuck in the Rain
The rain made it hard to see the roads. Pouring down on the streets it was impossible to see in this pitch black storm. Down the way was a dim light of a bar. She pulled over to wait out the storm. Sitting at a table just behind her was a group of men. One of the men bought her a drink, but she refused. He was baffled by this so he approached her. When he sat down at her table he chatted her up. Not only making conversation but also making her blush. She accepted the drink and an invite to dinner. When the rain cleared she had made her way back to her car. Instead of heading towards where she was going, she turned back home. It would be many dozen roses and years later that the man learned the destination in which she was heading, her (now ex) fiancée’s house. That moment at the bar she took a chance and fell for romance. She escaped the mundane.
Sometimes we have to stop blaming the people we are with and start evaluating ourselves. If you are in a relationship that lost its fire do something about it, take a chance. I have no one to blame but myself for falling into the same routine. We each have a choice… to either stay in a pattern of comfort or reach out for what is truly wanted. In a world of seven billion people, I’m sure with time you can find just what you’re looking for.