What is considered romantic by many, isn’t romantic for everyone.
My husband is a romantic in the classic sense. He opens doors for me. He loves bringing home the flowers and candies he knows I like. He buys me jewelry he thinks I’ll like. He likes to go out for a short trip or dinner in town. He’ll even sit through a romantic movie longer than I will.
I recognize all these as romantic gestures. I even think they are sweet because I know that they come from the heart. But they aren’t romantic to me.
I am a practical romantic. What’s that mean?
I means I prefer to stay home and cook a meal with him. If I’m going to get flowers, I’d prefer house plant that will thrive for years or a perennial that I can plant in the yard and enjoy year after year. I prefer my $12 ring with the Celtic knots that I bought when I was 16 over my wedding ring (P.S. more because I’d hate to lose a diamond or a ruby from it while working, which makes the ring wasteful.) I don’t wear jewelry anymore, because besides him, only the cows will ever see it.
I love it when he buys me that cast iron biscuit/muffin pan I was admiring, because he saw I wanted it. I love it when he cuddles with me on the couch to watch a movie and I’m sure that he’s overjoyed that I prefer something with action and violence over romance. I love it when he takes a moment out of his very busy day to chop me firewood for my cook stove during the winter. Now if he would just buy me the ton of coal for Christmas like he keeps threatening me with it would be really sweet of him. 😀