“R” is for romance. “R” is also for reality.
And the devil is in the details.
Being in love can turn some of the most angelic romantic moments into the devil’s own.
a.) Who doesn’t love a romantic snuggle? Key word being snuggle which is clearly what this photo depicts because if that guy had really been sleeping his arm wouldn’t be wrapped around Miss Bedhead.
No. The reality is….His arm would be falling asleep, tingling, possibly cramping and getting very sweaty.
The human head can weigh up to 11lbs!
b.) And let’s talk about her snuggling into his armpit… Disgusting! There is nothing romantic about snuggling somebody’s armpit! I don’t care if you’ve just showered and are marinating in all of your “I’m so sexy” body spray. Nobody wants to lay in or sniff a hairy armpit!
And while we’re on the romantic snuggling topic. This whole face to face thing – for the whoooollllle night – is not romantic. Much like nobody wants to sniff a hairy armpit. Nobody wants to breathe in somebody else’s nose air all night.
Don’t get me wrong. I love me some romantic snuggling just as much as the next girl but when it’s time to sleep, it’s time to sleep! You on your side of the bed and me on mine.
And by mine I mean the whole bed is my side because I sleep like a naked starfish!
Yeah, this whole breakfast in bed thing? It’s a romantic idea. However…
The reality is, this is a disaster waiting to happen! Inevitably, somebody has to get up off of that bed which means something on that tray is either going to tip over and/or spill. And seriously. Who eats laying down on their stomachs?
This type of romance is best left in the movies.
Another type of romance best left in the movies? The romantic dinner date.
Why? Because the reality is, you’ve got this happening right next to your table. 
***TIP – If the sign on the restaurant reads, “FAMILY Dining.” Plan your romantic dinner elsewhere because kids rule here.
And speaking of kids… We all know that romance leads to them which is why you need to get as many romantic moments in as you can before they arrive. Because after they’re here, the reality is this. 
In the words of that romantic song by Huey Lewis, “That’s the power of love!”Somewhere deep inside the misshapen lump of steel I call my heart resides a girl who still believes this.
My reality, though, has been this…
I think Joe Pesci summed it up best for me in the movie ‘With Honors.’ If you happen to come across it while you’re channel surfing it’s worth a watch.
Joe Pesci plays a bum but he wasn’t always a bum. And this is what he said about the reality of his romance in the movie.
I get it…It’s a rainy, much cooler day here folks so I’ll be doing inside stuff.
I know with A to Z we’re actually on letter “S” but I’ll blog on Sunday and get caught up. I was all ready to post yesterday and then Prince died and it took me a minute to come to grips with that. It’s still unreal. – Feel free to make fun of me for getting weepy over someone I never knew. I make fun of me all the time. –
I can’t believe it was the flu of all things and I think it’s totally unfair that all of the good celebrities are dying and all of the jerks celebrities are still breathing the free air.
#totally bummed
Magical Mystical Mimi 
I waited forever yesterday for you to post and then realized that Prince was the reason for not posting. Works for me.
I can so relate to this. The only way to get away from screaming little kids that the parents want you to love too is go to a very fancy and expensive restaurant. Drives me up a wall that everyone else has to listen to your bratty kids.
Have a fabulous day and weekend, ☺
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Sorry for the wait CP but I’m all better now. 🙂 – It’s nice to be waited for though. 🙂 – Yeah, I’m not entirely sure why adults who want to enjoy a meal out have to be subjected to screaming kids. I have nothing against kids. I have 4 of my own but I didn’t tolerate screaming anywhere, let alone a restaurant. Not even the back n’ forth bickering. If something started all my kids knew we would be up n’ out. – I was a single mom and I knew I was under the microscope of society. I absolutely would not have misbehaving children in public.. – I’m always surprised at how late people will keep their kids out. I’ve dined out at 8pm and I look around and see kids all over. My kids ate at 6pm whether at home or out because after dinner came baths and then they got to watch some low key show on t.v. for about an hour and then bedtime. I don’t think a proper dining experience should cost anyone an arm n’ a leg and I think it’s ridiculous that to escape the screaming demons running around a couple or just one person, has to.
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enjoy your weekend dear
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Thanks Shorty! You should leave me a link so I can come visit you. 😀
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LOL, you’re right about the face to face snuggling. At some point in the night, breath becomes a foul monster. No one should have to deal with that.
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I know, right Sharon??? Reality is not like in the movies – AT ALL.
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I had no problem taking the first batch (4) out to eat. They knew better, most people were better with their children back then or couldn’t afford to take their brood out. The second batch, (just one) learned that I would take him outside and we would sit in the car while the rest of the party ate. We have on occasion had the waitress box up our food to take it home. Naturally, the offenders with squalling brats get my nasty, disgusted looks. It doesn’t help, but it does make me feel better.
No way is sleeping romantic! Too much hogging the blankets, hogging the space, bony knees, cold feet, blowing garlic breath in your face, snoring, sweaty legs over yours, and let’s not forget – nightmares! No, an elbow in the eye can not be called romantic.
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Hahahahaha S.J. Totally did not mention the whole blanket hogging, snoring or nightmares. Another post perhaps… 🙂
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Agree with all your romance stuff, you did leave out rose petals on the bed or in the hot tub.
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Ugh. Rose petals on the bed – or in the hot tub! – What a mess.. It’s a wonder we get to the procreation state of being…
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I really enjoyed this post. I tend to think along these lines. People say I’m a cynic, I think realist!
Debbie
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It’s a tough balance for me.. Romantic, realist, cynic.. Some days are better than others.
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Romance is over rated, IMO. I’ll take the unexpected hug, the kiss on the neck when he passes me in the kitchen, the wink across the room at a gathering where were separated…the reaching for my hand as we walk somewhere and never forgetting to kiss me goodnight with the I love you attached. Those things are romantic to me.
I’m over the big cuddle sessions…a nice honest hug and kiss goodnight reminding me its me he loves…that’s waaay better. I want my space to sleep and I’m glad he’s there beside me, but no need to touch me, I have a lil man-dog doing enough touching.
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Aw, all of those things you mentioned are romantic Jo and it makes me smile to know you have that. 🙂 And I’m totally with you on the space to sleep. I need mine too!
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Don’t ever feel bad or apologize for shedding tears over a celebrity, esp. musician. You would have thought I’d lost a close family member the way I grieved when Jerry Garcia died. My bosses had to give me the rest of the week off cause I was so distraught!
I’m not really a romantic per se….I don’t like romance novels or books. I just want my partner to love and respect me, and he does. As for the snuggling thing. Spooning is the best way to snuggle but when he starts snoring loudly in my ear, I kiss him and roll over to my side of the bed! lol (then if it’s really bad, I end up fleeing to the futon in the livingroom! haha)
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I agree. Spooning is nice but for me what does me in on that is if they have a scratchy beard. It’s like somebody is pressing a cactus to my head! Lol.. – And Prince.. I don’t know what came over me but as soon as I read the headlines the tears just fell, and fell, and fell.. Still I get weepy just thinking about it. I just think it’s so weird because I didn’t know him. Idk. Still gets me.. 😦
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It would be lot easier to be romantic if you had a maid. So they can change the sheet after you ate breakfast in bed.
Coffee is on
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Hahahaha. Hell Dora, if I was in the position to have a maid this post would be about travel not romance! Lol…
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I laughed my arse off throughout this post. Way to go to give romance a good kicking, but this rang true on ALL levels. (trying not to picture you as a naked starfish…nope…not working…)
No making fun of you when it comes to Prince. I feel like all my childhood/teen heroes are being taken from me this year. 😦
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Romance vs reality, good one, the devil is definitely in the details. Totally agree on snuggling into hairy armpits and breathing in someone else’s nose hair all night, oh so romantic, not! ha ha! LOL about how you “sleep like a naked starfish”! 🙂 I always go to my side of the bed, way over to my side, to sleep.
I’ve never done the breakfast in bed thing but I’ve had dinner dates in the past with crying babies or rowdy kids nearby, no romance there (yeah, only in movies). I’m actually a hopeless romantic at heart too but then I open my eyes and get smacked upside the head with the reality that my life has little romance. Love that Joe Pesci quote from the movie and can relate!
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I really am a hopeless romantic but more often than not the Joe Pesci quote holds true and that’s sad, especially for those of us who are always chasing the “fairy tale.”
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