Last week I wrote a post about how I view romance, and it made me think about why I am really not that into romance.
I think a lot of it comes from my very first serious boyfriend. We were so serious that we got engaged, but that is a different story.
He was the kind of guy who would write me love letters, send me flowers and buy things that he knew I liked just to surprise me. But he was also a jerk. He lied to me all the time and constantly tried to undermine any ambitions that I had. I was young so I put up with, but eventually I smartened up and dumped his sorry ass.
Through the years, other guys have made romantic gestures, but my reaction is basically “Awww…That’s sweet.” These gestures do nothing to impress me, or win my affections. It’s nice, but ANY man can do those things, even the jerks. I learned that lesson a long time ago.
Romance is nice, but having a man who is honest and supportive is worth more to me than all the love letters and flowers in the world.