“You’re really not good at this,” my boyfriend lovingly told me the other day. Before I could could get upset (I don’t like not being good at things) he continued on with his statement. Apparently I am not good at being romantic.
Well…yeah… this is true. To give you context, this conversation started a few days after my boyfriend came home from his parents, and we were talking about sleeping alone. He said he missed sleeping in the same bed as me and he just didn’t sleep the same without me. After a small pause (where I was supposed to reiterate the sentiment) I said no, I didn’t sleep better with him there, sorry. Especially during the weekdays. Because frankly, I go to bed earlier than he does, so he inadvertently wakes me up when he does come to bed, and then in the morning I have to be quiet while getting dressed so I don’t wake him. Once I explained this, and how I did miss waking up to him on the weekend, the hurt look kind of went away, and the “you’re not good at this” comment was made.
Maybe I’m a bad girlfriend, but I don’t see the point in saying stuff that you don’t really mean. Because, as it turns out, he didn’t really miss the actual sleeping in the same bed part either. Just the snuggling. If that is what you miss, why not say that in the first place? Maybe it’s why I generally don’t like poetry. It’s too flowery. Seriously poets, get to the point. I don’t need flowery words and a gazillion adjectives. And the thought of being serenaded makes me nervous. What do you, the serenadee do? What if it’s a bad song? What if the serenader is way off key?
Am I missing out on something here? Is this something most girls appreciate? Personally, I think that we are told by Disney and the Rom Com industry that flowers, chocolates and grand declarations are needed for love. However, I side more with Lizzy Bennet who believes poetry (and I’m going to include flowery, romantic declarations) drive love away.
Elizabeth Bennet: I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love?
Mr. Darcy: I thought that poetry was the food of love.
Elizabeth Bennet: Of a fine stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I’m convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead
Mr. Darcy: So what do you recommend to encourage affection?
Elizabeth Bennet: Dancing. Even if one’s partner is barely tolerable.
In my case, we were able to laugh off my romantic gaffe, and the boy knows that I love him. But, maybe I should work on my ability to be romantic…