I can say without hesitation that I am just as romantic as the average guy. Unfortunately, when dealing with romantic issues and females, that doesn’t help much because the average guy is just as clueless about romance as I am. I don’t really know if women are born romantics but I am certain that men are not born with a romance gene. If there is such a thing as a romance gene, ours must be stunted and underlibraryeloped. By heredity, men must surely qualify as the romantically disadvantaged.

Men do have some pretty neat genes that women don’t seem to have. For example, it must be our genes that makes us forget to close toilet lids, impels us to tear down things, run over small animals in the road and rush al l the way across town to watch a big fire.

For most women, romance is like air; they need it to breathe. They live in it, are surrounded by it and find it essential for a meaningful existence. Without it, they tend to suffocate. For men it is just the opposite. Instead of breathing it naturally, romance is like a heavy pollution that bogs us down, confuses us and makes us walk in dizzy circles. Men seldom make their living as romance novelists because it is difficult for us to write about that which we understand so little.

For women, sex and romance are like air and water. They swim in it effortlessly. For men, romance is a block of ice, an iceberg standing in front of that which we so reverently desire. For men, romance is the mountain that we must climb to accomplish our true goal. For women, romance is the mountain. Sex is just the tiny peak at the top. Men typically view romance as a trade to learn and a skill to be mastered, technically no different than car repair, woodworking, fishing or golf. For us romance is mostly a means to an end; whereas, for women, romance is an end in itself.