The Irate Romantic

Call it purely evil or utterly unromantic but I call it morally reprehensible. There is nothing so as bland as when men try to ruin your romantic thoughts with their unremorseful and insipid gestures of intimacy (or so!)

Yesterday (I was almost vehement with the thought of it today) somebody gave me a dark orange, almost-red single rose. Okay, think. You might say, oh, so sweet. That is so nice, so romantic. Well, almost, if it was in a different setting. If someone gives you a single rose and he hands it to you sweetly openly, it would have come out as very very amourous. Yes, if you give the rose the way most people give it. But to put a beautiful rose inside an ash-green plastic bag, the one you get when you buy your groceries in small and unnamed shops, well, that is utterly vile!

It is a gesture of what? What does it say? That I am special or that I am trash?

Excuse: I was in a hurry.

That is no excuse to ruin a perfect thought. Okay, I might not have imagined the man to be you, but hello? Can you at least respect a person's thoughts?? Darn, I know it is very rude of me but I would have felt better if I wasnt given a rose- in a grocery plastic bag.

Some men are just so deceitful when it comes to this. Never have I felt so utterly disgusted with the way men would try to do anything just to get you into bed. They ruin the most passionate thoughts you have, they violate the most intimate reveries that you have made, they just spoil your romantic dreams.

Take for example, when a guy asks you out on a date, and you accepted it because of the basic reason that you like him back, so you look forward on that date. Even taking time to prepare, if not shop for the perfect dress or outfit that you will use for that particular day or night. Come date day, you have the shivers, you get excited, nervous. You spend time wondering what he would say when he sees you. Would he think or say aloud that you look nice? Would he like the perfume you are wearing? Would the shoes match with the dress?? Do I stink? Is my blush too much?? Is the mascara running? Come to think of it.

Okay so the gentleman, (if he is), takes the same time or more in preparing the same things and he will exert the effort of choosing the best restaurant he can afford, probably clean his car before he goes to your place, shines his shoes, put on his favorite perfume, puts on clean socks.

Everything would have come perfect even if we get awkward moments, spill some wine or maybe the steak is too well-done, almost like chewy rubber. But why ruin all these with such bold invitation to take you to bed. Ah men. You love em, you hate em. Can't really care which feeling you should stick with.

Where have all the thoughts of pleasantries gone? Did men run out of their creativeness and modesty along the way to civilization? Have men become so agrestic that they have diminished the notion between what is romantic and what is not?

Heaven help me.