Thoughts on Relationships

While digging through all the documents in my old laptop and transferring them to my new laptop (and I mean a whole load of documents) I came across a paper I'd written before becoming romantically involved with my future wife. I thought I'd share it:

- Romance of the Era -

I despise the modern flavor of romance. Where is the sincerity? What happened to honor?

I admit to falling now and again for the current view of relationships, but that does not mean that I don’t think it is wrong. I long to return to some of the old ways, where a girl is sincere and not looking for Hollywood’s perfect man. Sure, I want her to be beautiful and fun, but what happened to meek, honorable, moral, a submissive desire? These are commendable traits and worthy of the wait.

Sadly, these days it is hard to find a girl that is different and genuine. I want a lady, not an action hero! I want a loving wife, not miss popular.

Now, I know what you are probably thinking: this guy’s strange. Well, just wait a moment and I’ll verify that for you. I have often been told by friends and co-workers that I would fit better in the 1950’s; I beg to differ: shove me back in time to somewhere in the 1800’s (preferably the 1880’s into the 1890’s).

Ah, the idea of it! Build me a time machine, wind it up, stick me inside, and send me back to that era. The post-American Civil War era bred a very different generation than we are and I think it was better. Back then young women were treated as valuable artwork, not mass produced china dolls!

Nowadays both sexes experiment with each other, both physically and emotionally without commitment. I’ve heard girls talk of trying different attitudes and approaches with different guys; they regard relationships as what? Expendable? I think so. Guys are no less to blame.
I hear expressions like this frequently: “We had an argument and broke up.” “He used to treat me as a gentlemen, but now . . ..” Folks, I get tired of hearing these things because there is one consistent problem with all of the breakups: it is all about themselves. They speak of Me, Myself, and I.