Did you know that love making is the only persistent activity to simultaneously engage and excite all seven of a woman’s senses: sight, sound, scent, taste, touch, knowing and wonder? That’s because love makes all things new. When we are in the pain of a great romance, our sensory perceptions fly. “The flesh of a peach, the radiance of early morning, the sound of distant church bells-the pleasure the lover takes in all the small experiences is elevated by love, spread with special meaning”. 

We became magnets drawn inescapably into the meaning of life because love initiates us into “THE DIVINE MYSTERIES”

 Like many women, I was raised to believe that the good things in life-The peach, The Sunrise, The church bells-are meant to be shared. However, the span of every woman’s life comes a solitary season through choice, change or circumstance. But the peach grows intoxicated by its sweetness and hypnotic in its fragrance, whether or not we walk through the orchard with a partner, lover or husband.

 Women often confuse love and romance. God knows, I did. While both are frequently in each other’s company, they are not the same. Think of love as emotion. Romance is its evocative expression. Romance reveals the depth and breadth of a lover’s feeling in a particular way. Romance is the flourish, poetic gesture. Love can be conveyed in an E-mail, but when a woman receives a hand-written letter, she’s being romanced. The time it took, the glimpse of her name in his handwriting-these are the things that make her heart beat faster.

 If love is dessert, romance is a pear tart with apricot sauce and Muscat-Raisin Ice Cream. If love is dance, romance is a tango. If love is a trip, romance is a ride through the park on a bicycle built for two. A woman can be loved truly, madly, deeply, but if only the way your suitor can express it is to mumble “ditto” after you reveal your feelings, you might have love but you definitely don’t have romance.

 Women want and need love but our constant craving is for romance. So what are we supposed to do? Spend the rest of our days experiencing romance vicariously through films, soap operas and pulp fiction? I don’t think so. Most of the make-believe doesn’t come close to the real thing.

 So we do what we have always done: take care of it ourselves. We stop wishing that one of these days he’ll do it better. He won’t. And if we are alone, we stop waiting for him to come along. He might, but then again, he might not.

 However, if you think not having a partner is stopping me from living my romantic dreams, think again. And it doesn’t have to stop you. Married or single, for the rest of this glorious year, we are going to court ourselves. Seduce our souls by romancing the ordinary. We are going to come to our senses, learn to celebrate simple pleasures and let life- THE GREATEST SUITOR OF ALL-sweep us off our feet.

“What if, what if life is the sweetheart”? Hold That Thought.