...Just the idea of romance...

Just the idea of romance can make your head spin. Romance can only exist in short spurts, otherwise we would all die from ulcers and immobility. The idea of romance is a dangerous thing. Butterflies, nerves, suspicion, reading through the words, looks, touches, all too exhausting. Romance is better witnessed in films or tv, where you can remain objectively detached, but there is no fun in being the bystander. We all want the idea of romance and the full weight of romance right on top of us (or underneath us, or in the bathtub, or in an elevator, or...). By nature we are greedy, greedy, so we take all the romance we can get...mine, mine(!) and we invite the romance into our heads and our hearts, and then we wait for the ax to fall.