Today is going a little slow…. but I guess that’s good.

I’ve vacuumed, scrubbed, and steamed.  The dryer is going – hopefully, to be done soon.  I haven’t gone through every nick and corner of the house, but quite a bit.    I found some unapproved secret not-so kitty litter boxes and cleaned all that up.

Hey, don’t judge Sneezles.   The cat is over twelve years old and gets skittish easy.  He’s a good boy except for when he’s not and something scares him.  It’s been a rough past month for him.   There’s been a lot of things to be skittish over.

The last pound of turkey has defrosted and I found an El Paso taco kit.   That’ll be Jason’s dinner whenever he comes home.   I’d do some yard work, but it’s pretty windy outside.    There’s that front coming in that practically guarantees I’ll be at home all day tomorrow too.   100% rain chance.

Unless I want to pay Uber $15 to go two miles, I’ll be right here.

It kind of sucks not having transportation here, but I got to think that I don’t have to pay for another car insurance or gas.  It’s not so bad to stay home sometimes.

I just shouldn’t think of it as a punishment or suffocation.
Think I’ll always be working on that part – suffocation.

It’s really occurred to me how much romance has changed over the years.
Maybe not the purpose, but how people go about it.

Way back when it was songs and poets.   Knights pledged to go on multi-year-long quests in the name of their lady fair.  Towers climbed.   Dragons were slain.

Then, things became a bit simpler.   Boys feared gun-wielding fathers.   Sex wasn’t necessarily a thing.  Handholding was the first major step.

And now?
I’m out of touch with what teenagers are doing but I think society has or started to adapt swipe left or swipe right.

It isn’t a new car or haircut to impress, but rather how much the selfie can be touched up.

It seems foreign.

I’m certainly not an expert in any way shape or form.
Before Jason, in person, I was an overweight person.   Fairly overweight.   Not quite massive, but getting there.

I certainly did not flirt or have boyfriends or any of that stuff.

My online persona was quite different.
I actually had a number of male acquaintances who flirted with me and I flirted right back.  Doubly so when they found out I was actually a girl.

Overall, I feel like I’ve had a distinct lack of romantic exposure.
No mooning.   No courting.

But…. not so much drama.

I guess I can’t really complain about that, but I’m a special case.
Apparently, I’m always a special case

I’m sure health issues, society, and other reasons didn’t cultivate that type of life.

I’m okay with that, although I’m sure it would have been an interesting experience.

What exactly is romance anyway?
I feel like this post has wondered to societal issues, body image, and sex.   All of which I’m sure influence romance, but doesn’t make up the core.

Is romance faithfulness?
Trust?
Fairness?
Devotion?

I’d like to think so, but they can be subjective.  There are other circumstances that could cause that.    Fear.   Expectations.   Desperation.   That has nothing to do with romance or, rather, it shouldn’t.

I don’t know.
Just rambling.

You know, I could never be sure if my dad loved my mom.
I think he did but I don’t know.   He had something to prove when they married.   She had something he wanted – a family.

I don’t think my mom really had anything to prove.    She owned her car, had friends, was living by herself.  By all accounts, she was doing pretty good and abandoned all of that to be with my dad.

That might be love.

But love and romance are not mutually exclusive either.

Dunno.
Getting confused.

Dryer should be done.