Pelgris

Romance is a language I’m fluent in, perhaps too fluent. I like the beauty of it. I like flowers and cute gifts, I like listening and the dramatic gesture. I like sitting on the couch, arm around you watching a movie. Or both of us reading books, sharing passages with each other. Even the sharing of chores, the endless minutia makes me smile when I think of the greater implication of what those bits mean. I’m that guy; I’m not just trying to get into your pants(which is a discussion unto itself). I like the broad gesture, partly for the artistry of it, partly for beauty and partly because, in person, I have a hard time getting over my nervousness. The romance provides a framework for me to hide in, until I’m comfortable. Then I’ll just be me.