A good friend of mine had just seen the musical “South Pacific.” I saw it on PBS about 6 months ago. We both talked about how much it made us cry. Not because there was a war going on or that Nellie thought Emile might be taken from her. It was the lyrics and the melodies that pulled at our emotions and made us both feel like we live in a world where romance is on life support.
How did that happen?
People say we can’t maintain that level of romantic love. So it just morphs into something else –is Apathy the new Romance of the 21st Century?
If people can maintain angry and craziness without missing a beat, then why can’t they hold romance up there with all those other moods?
How come a bad mood trumps a good mood?
Some enchanted evening
Someone may be laughin’,
You may hear her laughin’
Across a crowded room
And night after night,
As strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter
Will sing in your dreams.
Some Enchanting Evening by Rodgers and Hammerstein
Words can change us. And a little melody behind it can transport us back in time to when we could not catch our breaths.
Where did you first meet him? Me – a bar.
What did he say to you? Me – who knows. It was loud and I was drinking.
How did he make you feel? Me – superior because I had great tickets to see the Rolling Stones and he didn’t.
Okay I may not be the best case study in the romance category. And this isn’t just about me. It’s about all of us.
I am all for feeling my knees weakening, my pulse racing (and not because of too much dark chocolate) and feeling a tad secretive because I have just the right amount of romance in my life.
I love watching Dancing with the Stars (and I do read the Republic of Plato during the commercial breaks) because there is something so romantic about 2 people playing a dance of seduction. Now if the husband showed up in sequins, I might not be able to maintain a straight face. But I would give him credit for trying. Okay, I am lying. He does not have the body for sequins.
I’m gonna take my time, she gon get hers before I
I’m gonna take it slow (woah woahh), I’m not gonna rush the stroke
If you don’t know by now, Doggy Dogg is a freak freak freeeeaak
I keep a bad bitch with me, 7 days out the week
And all that we ever do is play in the sheets sheet sheeeeettss
Smoke us a cigarette and go back to sleep
Sexual Eruption by Snoop Dogg
I don’t know. Is it me? I will admit I wore latex gloves when I typed in Snoop’s lyrics, but could this be causing the death of romance? I think if I ever woke up and found the Snoop in my bed, I’d take up smoking again.
What’s the solution? Maybe a little of Rodgers and Hammerstein and a pinch of Dogg.
Send a card, make the bed (better yet, change the sheets when they start standing up by themselves), go for a walk, hold hands, remember something cool about each other and don’t keep it to yourself.
Turn off you ipod, iphone, ipad, laptop, computer, bluetooth, blackberry and hold onto someone you like or even love.
We were meant to be touched and not texted.