Blind Date

Riffling through some old diaries I was delighted (genuinely) when I came across one which detailed a certain blind date i attended just before the start of my university year. It highlighted the akward silences of all first dates, the 'will he kiss me' feeling at the end of the night, the who pays for the bill trouble, but what it told me, which I had forgotten, was that this was the only time in my life, that I had been given flowers. By a stranger no less.
As a writer I like to keep a note of everything that I know will make me laugh later in life. After reading this particular story back to myself, I ask myself the question, whatever happened to real dates? What happened to Flowers, and goodnight kisses on the door step? More importantly, what happened to romance?
Now clearly Im not here to talk about love, because frankly I have never been in love. I have never had the pleasure ( or the pain ) of that ' I cant live without you love' which I don't doubt to be the most incredible feeling in the world, but it just seems like there's such a lot to live through before prince charming comes along. Believe me, I have kissed many a frog( i use the word loosely), and I imagine, continuing to do so for the forseable future. I must admit I have been very lucky. These 'frogs' of mine, the ones that lasted longer than a quick kiss in the dark corner of a club, have all genuinely changed some part of my life in even the smallest way.
There was my childhood sweetheart A. For goodness knows how long we had that childish innocent relationship where holding hands would be enough to make us feel naughty. It's something that makes me smile when I look back at my childhood. After A came B. Coincidence completly. He was a real frog! Never treated me like I thought I should be. Always made me do the chasing/running/ anything else that needed to be done. But regardless of that towards the end of the relationship we ended up experiencing a tragedy we were both to young to understand. I learnt not to hate without understanding. And then, boy o boy there was T. Someone who I completely thought the world of. We spent some incredible times together, which I honestly wont ever forget. But the heartbreak ( its the only word that describes the feeling) that I felt when everything went wrong, saw me build up my walls which have yet to be broken down.
I am a girl of many mysteries, and my experiences have led me to chase for what I want ( him ) but to shield myself from hurt. But I'm 20 years old with only what I feel as one serious relationship under my belt, but through all the many people Ive had dates with, who promised to call or text, who had been romantically involved in my life nothing has made me feel as incredible as the moment my blind date pulled out those flowers and said I was the most beautiful girl in the room.
To me thats romance.
Sending a goodmorning text to the person you adore, sending roses, suprise visits, thats all romance.
It's all beautiful, and every body should be given the chance to experience it.