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From: "Wandering Lanes" <wanderinglanes@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] discussion on Romance (no-sex)
Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 11:10:03 -0400
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Here is a short entry for the summer solstice Rom Festival, please note my 
tongue is completely in my cheek on this one.

Feel free to throw it out if you want.

A single step starts a long journey  ;-}

    Wandering Lanes.


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A discussion on the subject of Romance.

Romance? What is it?

Romance used to be flowers, sun, and laughter. Two people's hearts entwining 
in mutual love for each other, lightly kissing each other in declaration of 
their love. A happy life with 2 darling children, a beautiful house, white 
picket fences and lovely neighbours.

But before that romance was in the form of two men at dawn fighting over the 
love of a lady, either with swords or pistols, while the person in question 
looks on screaming at the pair of them, and then rushing to the loser while 
the victor looks on in disbelief.

Take the time machine back even further; when romance was a heavy club, with 
which the cave man would hunt his lover, in those days a headache was never 
a good argument for them.

Now go even further back, when the first amoeba split, would it look at its 
sibling and think 'you look lovely' and decide to get some goo for his new 
love - would that work? Or would it start an argument 'Well I don't like 
that type of goo! You should know that!' and he would spend all eternity 
trying to find the right stuff.

Then evolution started its work, the amoeba keeps splitting and then decides 
to change into multicelled organisms, as plankton in the seas, then as fish, 
rushing around in schools, but never learning anything in class, was it 
romance that made the first fish take to the land? Declaring to his love - 
'I'd do anything for you!' and being told to take a walk!

Do we owe our existence to a lover's tiff? If so that would explain the way 
the world is going, the whole land thing started by an argument..

Dinosaurs would be the next ones to try the romantic route! The 
Tyrannosaurus Rex would say to his lady love 'I've got a bunch of flowers in 
my hand' and she'd never be able to smell them as he thinks she's going to 
attack - hence the demise of the Dinosaurs.

I've already mentioned the cavemen - best not to disturb them again.

The hunter-gatherers would be the next in the world, going out one day and 
returning several days later carrying their prize (a Mammoth) on their 
shoulders to be greeted with - 'and who do you thinks going to be gutting 
that!' Is it any wonder that they started to settle down and grow crops, 
just to please their lovers (and for a quiet life - no need to gut corn!)

Look at the Greeks, they swung both ways (both the males and females) so 
there would be romance everywhere - but then look at Helen of Troy, for her 
love two civilizations went to war - is that any way to prove that you love 
a woman, they never say how she spent her time, perhaps she brought up some 
kids while waiting to be rescued?

I want to skip over the intervening years - I was too young for the summer 
of love, when love was free and people were uninhibited - Hey I was seven, 
uninhibited to me meant dressing in swimming trunks and playing on the beach 
- My idea of romance was playing kiss chase in the playground - nowadays any 
children trying that are marked as perverted and must be separated from the 
rest of the group.

Nowadays the idea of Romance is going out and robbing someone to take your 
current girlfriend out for a meal, and soon we'll be returning to the clubs 
and fighting for your girl - but you're likely to spill your drink while 
doing so.

So is romance dead? Have we drawn the line and disposed of the whole idea of 
romancing your loved one. When YOUR TUNE is 'who gives a f***ing W*nk' by 
the Sex Pistols, and you have happy memories of pushing safety pins through 
the nose of your beloved. And then attaching a chain to your nose so you'd 
never be parted.

Romance is in the eye of the beholder, one man's violence is another's mans 
lover, we all have our own idea of romance - so lets raise a glass and toast 
the idea of romance, before we go the way of the dinosaur.




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