Do all romantics meet the same fate someday?

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What is romance anyway?

― N. (nickdastoor), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:06 (twenty-two years ago)

Are you talking about courtship?

― s1utsky (slutsky), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:11 (twenty-two years ago)

tragic.

http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drf600/f612/f61252zhvt1.jpg

― amateurist (amateurist), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:19 (twenty-two years ago)

Romance: the joy of being around someone who cares about your thoughts and desires (no matter how silly/mad they might be), and will accept you as you are. Also, the fact they enjoy cuddling you first thing in the morning, or last thing at night. You can laugh at the same things---even if no one else understands.

[wishful thinking, on my part]

― Nichole Graham (Nichole Graham), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:23 (twenty-two years ago)

comic!

http://people.bu.edu/sorenh/kim/booklist/romance_book9.jpg

(x-post argh)

― s1utsky (slutsky), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:25 (twenty-two years ago)

I fear they may, N.

― RickyT (RickyT), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:25 (twenty-two years ago)

I fear also.

― Ronan (Ronan), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:28 (twenty-two years ago)

i can't even remember if i'm a romantic or not.

― amateurist (amateurist), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:31 (twenty-two years ago)

sometimes i am, sometimes i am not

― oops (Oops), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:32 (twenty-two years ago)

Yes. Like all other mortals, romantics eventually die.

― Chris P (Chris P), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:32 (twenty-two years ago)

Will you all please stop assuming I'm mortal.

― N. (nickdastoor), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:34 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm gonna blow this damn candle out, I don't want nobody comin' over to my table, I got nothin' to talk to anybody about

― J0hn Darn1elle (J0hn Darn1elle), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:35 (twenty-two years ago)

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.

― N. (nickdastoor), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:42 (twenty-two years ago)

boo-ya!

― amateurist (amateurist), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:46 (twenty-two years ago)

http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drd500/d521/d52137440x2.jpg

ear-removal?
excessive self-regard?
lung cancer?
great art?

― gabbneb (gabbneb), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 20:59 (twenty-two years ago)

If you mean something akin to what it would feel like to have your heart gouged out with a snow shovel that then bashes you in the head... well, who knows?

― luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 21:29 (twenty-two years ago)

Do all romantics meet the same fate someday?

The last time I saw Richard, that's exactly what he said.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 21:30 (twenty-two years ago)

Somehow this thread had to be N.'s.

Romance is indulgence in dreaming. Indulgence is good.

― Ally C (Ally C), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 21:41 (twenty-two years ago)

romance is the delicious fiction that love can be enough, even mutal love.

― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 22:47 (twenty-two years ago)

god i hurt.

― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 22:47 (twenty-two years ago)

― kephm, Tuesday, 1 July 2003 22:59 (twenty-two years ago)

I have little patience for the type of romantic who becomes unattractively sulky when thwarted by his lady fair.

― estela (estela), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 23:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Be a strong romantic, indeed. I like to think I portray that aspect well.

― Nichole Graham (Nichole Graham), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 23:03 (twenty-two years ago)

romance?

― kephm, Tuesday, 1 July 2003 23:04 (twenty-two years ago)

Yes Nichole, in your posts you do not come across as a pathetic troubador type.

― estela (estela), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 23:07 (twenty-two years ago)

wait, so "sulky"=troubador?
i disagree

― kephm, Tuesday, 1 July 2003 23:08 (twenty-two years ago)

No, "sulky" = "pathetic troubador".

I was talking about passive-aggressive troubadors. There is such a thing: they bring you flowers daily and write you songs but when you spurn them they heave a brick through your kitchen window and nearly hit your friend Howard on the back of the head.

― estela (estela), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 23:18 (twenty-two years ago)

Yes Nichole, in your posts you do not come across as a pathetic troubador type.

Well, thank you, Estela. I should hope not! It's worthwhile to find strong qualities within, so you don't crumple if/when he moves on.

― Nichole Graham (Nichole Graham), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 23:23 (twenty-two years ago)

the passive agressive troubador.
did howard run out and kick him ?

i do not get friends who think they "own" a crush. and the horrow show that will follow if the crush isn't returned

― kephm, Tuesday, 1 July 2003 23:28 (twenty-two years ago)

No he got away under cover of darkness but I confronted him the next day and there was no further trouble (or flowers or songs).

― estela (estela), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 23:33 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm a romantic even when I'm lonely. There's romance in all kinds of things - not just people but music and situations and sadness and everything.

What a big girls blouse I am.

― Trayce (trayce), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 23:39 (twenty-two years ago)

My sister got a love letter once from an admirer (she was 20 and he was about 17) and it said "Whenever I see you something really strange happens to my body".

― estela (estela), Tuesday, 1 July 2003 23:43 (twenty-two years ago)

OH MY GOD WHATS THIS THING GROWING OUT OF MY PANTS!?

― Trayce (trayce), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 00:23 (twenty-two years ago)

i am the least romantic person you could ever hope to meet

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 00:26 (twenty-two years ago)

'love letter love letter go get her go get her'

― kephm, Wednesday, 2 July 2003 00:27 (twenty-two years ago)

Rubbish, Jim!

― Trayce (trayce), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 00:33 (twenty-two years ago)

OH MY GOD WHATS THIS THING GROWING OUT OF MY PANTS!?

Must be one of those ghosts in his pants again!

― Christine 'Green Leafy Dragon' Indigo (cindigo), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 03:34 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm a romantic even when I'm lonely. There's romance in all kinds of things - not just people but music and situations and sadness and everything.

Exactly. Plus all that vampire and gothic crap is traditionally termed 'romantic'.

― N. (nickdastoor), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 06:27 (twenty-two years ago)

In 12th grade we took a little bullshit quiz -- well, maybe not bullshit, but entirely unscientific. It was to determine how romantic you were, vs. classical. I only clearly remember one question: favorite composer. I chose Wagner. I was the only person who scored more romantic than the teacher. She told me that I was "so romantic it's scary."

I try to suppress my tendencies toward gushiness and over-the-top appreciation or rejection of things I like or dislike, but I always either fail or wind up expressing my extremity in some much more damaging way, like getting drunk and starting a fight with my ex-girlfriend's new boyfriend.

Do all romantics meet the same fate? Winding up cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe? Let me put it this way: it's one of my very real fears.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 06:39 (twenty-two years ago)

Two by two and side by side
Love's gonna find you yes it is
You just can't hide
You'll hear it call
Your heart will fall
Then love will fly
It's gonna soar
I don't care for any casanova thing
All I can say is
Love stinks

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:10 (twenty-two years ago)

You do realize that that's an extremely romantic sentiment, right?

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:12 (twenty-two years ago)

Here's how bad off I am: Joni Mitchell's Blue is easily one of my favorite albums. Particularly the last three tracks. I cry as much as I do when I listen to Carmen. I'm a goddamn mess.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:14 (twenty-two years ago)

i fear there is a price to pay for this, yes

― gareth (gareth), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:17 (twenty-two years ago)

It's like this, you know: people who are the warmest and most sensitive have the worst nightmares. That's just the way it is.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:19 (twenty-two years ago)

http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drc700/c732/c73293e71k1.jpg

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:20 (twenty-two years ago)

JBR, did you ever know that you're my hero?

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:26 (twenty-two years ago)

"Richard, you haven't really changed," I said,
"It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You got tombs in your eyes
But the songs you punched are dreaming
Listen
They sing of love so sweet
Love so sweet
When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?"

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:30 (twenty-two years ago)

My life is changing in so many ways
I don't know who to trust anymore
There's a shadow running thru my days
Like a beggar going from door to door.

I was thinking that maybe I'd get a maid
Find a place nearby for her to stay.
Just someone to keep my house clean,
Fix my meals and go away.

A maid. A man needs a maid.

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:33 (twenty-two years ago)

Good Lord, you are a romantic. Are you the man or the maid in this scenario?

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:34 (twenty-two years ago)

like i need to tell you.

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:35 (twenty-two years ago)

Everybody's saying that
Hell's the hippest way to go out
I dont think so
But I'm gonna take a look around it, though

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Hospitals have made him cry,
But there's always a freeway in his eye,
Though his beach just got too crowded for his stroll.
Roads stretch out like healthy veins,
And wild gift horses strain the reins,
Where even Richard Nixon has got soul.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:39 (twenty-two years ago)

It's like this, you know: people who are the warmest and most sensitive have the worst nightmares. That's just the way it is.

Things that could have been brought to my attention YEARS AGO!

― luna (luna.c), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:44 (twenty-two years ago)

It's not like you couldn't have guessed.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:46 (twenty-two years ago)

All the sailorswith their seasick mamas
Hear the sirens on the shore,
Singin' songsfor pimps with tailors
Who charge ten dollars at the door.

You can really learn a lot that way.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:47 (twenty-two years ago)

Yeah I coulda guessed... I coulda guessed that sticking my hand in fire was a bad idea, too, but until I did it, I didn't know exactly how great the pain would be.

Woooo experience!

― luna (luna.c), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:48 (twenty-two years ago)

Everyone's getting a bit overexcited.

― N. (nickdastoor), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:48 (twenty-two years ago)

Sorry. I drank a Jolt.

― luna (luna.c), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:49 (twenty-two years ago)

No one's overexcited. Nightmares are not "experience" and they're not even bad. They're just an unsettling manifestation of yourself. Listen to your nightmares. They're probably a lot more valuable than your good dreams.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 07:57 (twenty-two years ago)

For instance, when I dream about tornadoes, I know I'm in real trouble. That always means wild stress. Time to change jobs or relationships or locations. My worst dreams give me the best advice.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 08:03 (twenty-two years ago)

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

― Alex K (Alex K), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 09:57 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm not a romantic, I wouldn't know. What do you mean by fate? Giving up on dreams and becoming bitter, beaten? I guess I like to see hope in all things, but at the same time don't expect things to turn out to be pure joy or all doom. Life may never match my dreams, but this is no reason to give up.

― jel -- (jel), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 14:47 (twenty-two years ago)

Jel is otm.

― Nicole (Nicole), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 14:59 (twenty-two years ago)

Yes, us romantics shall all meet the same fate someday. The one on the left.
http://ew2.lysator.liu.se/loth/j/b/jbarnum/fates.jpg

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 15:00 (twenty-two years ago)

So, Kenan, was your teacher giving you Cosmo quizes in class? ha ha

I've had horrible nightmares most of my life. But in better news, I don't let myself get too excited about anything in the future because I've faced crushing dissapointment one too many times. I just try not to keep my expectations too high. I try to mostly focus on what's going on now in my life and be happy about that.

I used to be very melodramatic about love, but I think I've gotten a lot better. I'm still very sensitive and I still get emotional sometimes but it's not as bad as it used to be.

― Sarah MCLusky (coco), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 15:02 (twenty-two years ago)

Everybody needs a little time away
I've heard her say
From each other

Even lovers need a holiday oooh
Far away from each other

Hold me now
It's hard for me to say I'm sorry
I just want you to stay
And after all that you've been through
I will make it up to you
I promise you, baby

And after all thats been said and done
You're just the part of me I can't let go

ooooh bup bup bup bup

Couldn't stand to be kept away
Not for a day
From your body
Wouldn't want to be swept away awaaaaaaaay
Far away from the one that I love

Hold me now
It's hard for me to say I'm sorry
I just want you to know
Hold me now
I really want to tell you I'm sorry
I could never let you go

And after all that we've been through
I will make it up to you
I promise you

And after all that's been said and done
You're just a part of me I can't let go

I can't let go.

― Chris V. (Chris V), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 15:06 (twenty-two years ago)

Nipper to thread.

The answer is presumably No: there is scant basis for universal claims in this area.

― the pinefox, Wednesday, 2 July 2003 15:36 (twenty-two years ago)

You ask me if I love you
And I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly
Than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you
On what you say or do?
I'm only just beginning to see the real you

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

― Lord Byron Lived Here, Wednesday, 2 July 2003 18:32 (twenty-two years ago)

This thread is depressing.

― Ally (mlescaut), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 19:13 (twenty-two years ago)

That's the spirit!

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 19:14 (twenty-two years ago)

Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere

A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill,
everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice,
just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlight people

― Mandee, Wednesday, 2 July 2003 19:30 (twenty-two years ago)

HEAVEN IS A FUNKY MOOSE!

― jel -- (jel), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 20:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around
We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

― Ally (mlescaut), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 20:42 (twenty-two years ago)

Someone do "Silent Lucidity" now.

― Mandee, Wednesday, 2 July 2003 21:19 (twenty-two years ago)

http://www.roughedge.com/features/images/geofftate2.jpg

I.................will be watching over you
I.................am gonna help to see you through
I.................will protect you in the night
I.................am smiling next to you, in silent lucidity....

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 21:22 (twenty-two years ago)

someone LAUGH AT MY GROUP BOYSCOUT LOVE PIC, please.

― kephm, Wednesday, 2 July 2003 21:22 (twenty-two years ago)

or else i will cry & i havent done that since 1994 *crosspost

― kephm, Wednesday, 2 July 2003 21:24 (twenty-two years ago)

i puked all over the fairgrounds after riding some hellish ride that was playing "silent lucidity". it was 1992 & i was mad about the girl i took out that night twas the end of that date. earlier in the night, she answered the door unwashed & eating a bowl of soup (i was on time), so it was over before it even began. i saw her years later fighting with her boyfriend outside of the barnes & noble.
so I WON THAT ONE! (read:sarcasm)

― kephm, Wednesday, 2 July 2003 21:28 (twenty-two years ago)

I used to have the hots for Geoff Tate and his leather pants.

Help me.

― luna (luna.c), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 21:30 (twenty-two years ago)

THANK YOU, NED!

― Mandee, Wednesday, 2 July 2003 21:34 (twenty-two years ago)

Yer welcome. Now Luna, look deep into Geoff's eyes...you can feel the passion...

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 2 July 2003 21:38 (twenty-two years ago)

http://www.cinemas-de-recherche.org/le_gncr/im-gncr/breillat.jpg

― rosemary (rosemary), Thursday, 3 July 2003 03:19 (twenty-two years ago)

now ex-gf to me the night of the breakup: "i don't want you to become jaded because of this."

oh well, tough shit.

― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Thursday, 3 July 2003 03:33 (twenty-two years ago)

http://www.evo.org/html/gif/DeadCanDance.WithinTheRealmOfADyingSun.cd.gif

http://www.evo.org/html/gif/Bauhaus.InTheFlatField.cd.gif

Ah, 4AD.

― Trayce (trayce), Thursday, 3 July 2003 03:52 (twenty-two years ago)

thirteen years pass...

All trve romantics die alone. Y/n?

(Y.)

― Le Bateau Ivre, Tuesday, 28 March 2017 18:20 (eight years ago)

Did something in particular inspire this thread bump, LBI?

― JRN, Tuesday, 28 March 2017 19:35 (eight years ago)

Sadly no, not really. It came up through random threads. But I wouldn't have said anything at all if the subject matter hadn't appealed.

With everything instantly being turned into irony nowadays, a meme or a clickhole article: what is romance in 2017? Does it still exist? Is there a place for it? It seems to be out of fashion completely.

― Le Bateau Ivre, Tuesday, 28 March 2017 19:52 (eight years ago)

http://img.memecdn.com/romance_c_134876.jpg

― nomar, Tuesday, 28 March 2017 19:54 (eight years ago)

it's instagrammed or whatever

― j., Tuesday, 28 March 2017 21:30 (eight years ago)

Unsure if romance still exists. I know some couples who seem perfectly suited as very romantic, and it's really nice. I'm a recovering romantic myself though, who tends to fall for the anti-romantic and jaded. I don't really believe in romance any longer, I tend to try to keep a safe disposition from getting too carried away.

― Carlotta's Portrait (Ross), Tuesday, 28 March 2017 23:32 (eight years ago)

Everybody dies alone man.

Other than that you're gonna have to defend your use of the words true, romantic and possibly y

― virginity simple (darraghmac), Tuesday, 28 March 2017 23:35 (eight years ago)

as a rpmantic who's been single for just under a decade I uhhh don't know how to answer this question

― a serious and fascinating fartist (Simon H.), Tuesday, 28 March 2017 23:39 (eight years ago)

^ my kind of people

― Carlotta's Portrait (Ross), Tuesday, 28 March 2017 23:42 (eight years ago)

It still exists and always will

don't fear the internet ironing machine thing

― a but (brimstead), Tuesday, 28 March 2017 23:53 (eight years ago)

Conventional romantic gestures are all attempts to throw an aura of glamor around love. Glamor is a particular kind of illusion and therefore unsustainable. So, romantics always end up disillusioned. That can be a good thing when it fosters the growth of realism instead of bitterness.

― a little too mature to be cute (Aimless), Wednesday, 29 March 2017 00:08 (eight years ago)

I think I'm simultaneously fostering both in equal measure. It's a weird feeling.

― a serious and fascinating fartist (Simon H.), Wednesday, 29 March 2017 00:29 (eight years ago)

Be glad if you find someone with whom you don't need to interact through a veil of hazy romantic expectations. You know, where you both just act like people. That's when you have a fair chance at forming a deep and true connection. It's no less amazing for being real; if you're lucky, it's plenty damn amazing.

― a little too mature to be cute (Aimless), Wednesday, 29 March 2017 00:45 (eight years ago)

Not sure how we're defining "romantic" here. For me it's not all flowers and haziness, it's the thoughtfulness of making a mix cd or thinking of the person and remembering what they like.

― Carlotta's Portrait (Ross), Wednesday, 29 March 2017 00:53 (eight years ago)

You laugh, he said you think you're immune, go look at your eyes
They're full of moon

― Mordy, Wednesday, 29 March 2017 00:56 (eight years ago)

Be glad if you find someone with whom you can hold hands at the edge of eternity and sip tea through a elf penis.

― Balðy Daudrs (contenderizer), Wednesday, 29 March 2017 01:00 (eight years ago)

Thanks for the sage wisdom, Aimless

― Carlotta's Portrait (Ross), Wednesday, 29 March 2017 01:07 (eight years ago)

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