Romance or love? what women really want

By Cacinda Maloney

Barcelona Love

Barcelona Love from
http://ayearinmyshoes.wordpress.com/2012/08/14/capture-the-colour/

“What women really want is romance—not so much love. Romance makes life seem so much brighter. We love a handwritten card. We love the car door opened for us. We love the dance of words between one another. We love the brush of the hand against ours. We love, love, love the love letter. We love love in the moment, when it feels fresh. We love love in the long run, too, but love in the long run feels more like old slippers. Love in the moment is a new pair of red high heels.

I love you

I love you

We have realized like those red high heels, love in the moment fades with time and togetherness. All people, especially women, are bound and determined to solve this unsolvable riddle: how do you capture love in the moment and keep it alive?”  From Mrs. Velvet and the Bluestring blog article Kodak Love.

Journal of Love

Journal of Love

I could not have said that better myself.  What women truly want is romance.  We want the idea of romance, the brush of the hand against ours, romance is what makes life seem so much more exciting. We want the moments that carry us away, deep into the rhythms that resonate with our hearts.   We love to know that someone dreams about us, thinks about us and puts pen to paper and writes to us.  We believe that poetry is the ultimate expression of love.

What we don’t want:  Women over 40 no longer want diamonds in the traditional sense.  Give those to the young girls.  By now, we have all the jewelry we need.  What we want are experiences.  We need to take journeys into and throughout the world, so that we can validate who we are and what our lives are about.  We need a different type of diamond, so don’t buy us diamond necklaces, earrings and bracelets, buy us journeys into ourselves, and trips around the world!  Write us love notes, tell us how beautiful we are  and that you are thinking about us.  Take us out to dinner and buy us a glass of red wine or a cocktail.  Make us think that we are being romanced.

Dark chocolates with sea salt, tulips and picking us up in German convertibles are still fine, though we would just prefer it in a different country.

Sometimes when I dream of romance, it can easily be a city or a place.  It can be a language or a song.  People say they fall in love with a city, even I admitted I have two lovers.  The languages of love  can be many things, but for me it is all about the romance.  I still want that little black dress with the high heeled red soled shoes!

Red Soled Louboutins

Red soled Louboutin Shoes

See my photos of romance here.

 

I’ve decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear. – Martin Luther King Jr.

 

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