Every single woman (and women who are in relationships that lack relating) dream of Christmas Romance, passion and at the very least, a decent meal and some intelligent conversation.
Emotions run high at Christmas time, and the word Joy can be found on everything from teacups to the ass of red panties that jingle-all-the-way.
So let’s start with the romantic scenarios that inspire joy…
Joy; the emotion evoked by the prospect of possessing what one desires.
Last year I had a blast-from-the-past-he’s-the-one propose a very romantic date.
“Whatever you want. You name it. I want to do something special with you this Christmas”
I was joyous. “Really,” I though to myself. “After all of these years, it’s this guy.” This guy that I’ve known for so very long and idealized since the night he took me for a romantic dinner and kissed me outside a winter, storefront window more than ten years ago. I remember the boots I was wearing that night, and I still have the skirt.
Rapture ; the experience of being swept away by overwhelming emotion or passion.
Ah yes. It was a passionate date. We shared a delicious meal at one of my favourite restaurants. We had just enough of my favourite bottle of wine to make me even more giddy, and went for a long, romantic walk which meandered outside the Grange at the AGO and included a long, slow, kiss.
Ecsatsy; a state of being beyond reason and self control.
Well, a lady can’t expect everything now can she? Mr. Wonderful-After-All-These-Years turned out to be exactly who he had proven himself to be years before.
We never reached the ecstasy stage as date number two never happened. Oh, don’t worry, he asked for a second date. I just didn’t give it to him. I was hurt. I cried, and I raged, and I called my bestie to rant about what a colossal, self-absorbed dick he was, and then I moved on.
What I did not do is turn to a brand of romantic atheism and man-hating.
I let myself want that decent meal and intelligent conversation. Oh, and the wine, the really delicious wine.
I let myself be satisfied with the company of friends old and new. Most importantly, I allowed my heart to stay open to all of the possibilities of joy, rapture and ecstasy.
Wishing you all three romantic stages this Christmas time, even if the joy and rapture come in the form of wonderful get-togethers with friends and the ecstasy comes from too much eggnog and a bad one-night-stand decision…xo