Boring Love

Lately, I've been carving out time in the wee hours of the night to read some interesting books that are causing me to look at relationships and love in a whole new way.  It is funny that I should be doing this now, at what should be the busiest time during the semester in wrapping up the course I'm teaching and putting on the finishing touches of my dissertation defense in less than two months.  However, strange travel directions are dancing lessons from God and I'm just going to roll with it.  Back to tonight, as I took a break from dissertating, I came across this beautiful posting that you can read here.   You can also hear some nice music (if the classical genre is your thing) as you read.  ;)

If you don't have time to read the whole posting, see below for some of my favorite words from this thought-provoking article.  Yes, give me boring love over head over heels love any day.

How a man proposes isn’t what makes him romantic. It’s how a man purposes to lay down his life that makes him romantic.
 
And a man begins being romantic years before any ring – romance begins with only having eyes for one woman now – so you don’t go giving your eyes away to cheap porn. Your dad will say it sometimes to me, a leaning over – “I am glad that there’s always only been you.” Not some bare, plastic-surgeon-scalpel-enhanced pixels ballooning on a screen, not some tempting flesh clicked on in the dark, not some photo-shopped figment of cultural beauty that’s basically a lie.

The real romantics know that stretchmarks are beauty marks and that different shaped women fit into the different shapes of men souls and that real romance is really sacrifice.