Synopsis "Secrets of a Romantic Man"
(EXCERPTS) CHAPTER I WHERE IS THE ROMANCE? Together, together, together, we love in all kinds of weather This day is not a Valentine's Day, but I will be yours forever. I'll please you in the evening, when the setting sun turns gold; I'll bring you something hot, my love, something sweet or something cold. I'll touch you with a tender warmth; I'll build your self esteem, I'll fill your heart with gladness, then hold you close and dream. Together, together, together, we're loving in all kinds of weather Every day is a Valentine's Day, and I will be yours forever. By Dr Phil Stack, to my beloved wife I asked a gentleman: "Are you romantic?" He appeared upset at the mere hearing of my question and replied, "No, I'm a man." He and his teen age son left my presence together. "Think I can teach him how to become romantic?" I asked his wife, who seemed to be praying and hoping for a miracle. She flung both arms skyward in an expression of futility. "Good luck," she cried out, and hastily followed her "man" and son. Instead of the response, "No, I'm a man," the gentleman approached his wife and said: "This day is not a Valentine's Day, but I will be yours forever." Then all three, holding hands, left together. Why doesn't it happen that way? In another instance an elderly gentleman was sitting in a wheel chair holding a cane. He and his wife were celebrating their 50th anniversary. In desperation, I heard her say repeatedly, "Just say it once, just once." "I said it once when we married; that ought to hold ya," he replied, whirling his cane above his head and shattering it against the pavement. He could not tell his wife, after 50 years of marriage, "I love you." Now what if she heard from her husband, "together, together, together, I love you in all kinds of weather," how would she feel? She would immediately sprawl across her husband's lap on the wheel chair and both would ride off into the sunset. Why doesn't it happen that way? I approached a wife, asking her, "Is your husband a romantic? "Oh, he's alright," she replied. What did that mean? Such a blase answer must be hiding something, I thought. So I approached the husband and gave him my LUV DROP, a romance card, to give to his wife. Without reading the card he inserted it in the fold of a newspaper and placed it in his mail box. The man called me later to report that his wife was touched and cried with joy. It was the first words of romance she had received from him in 10 years. The card read: I LIKE HOLDING HANDS, BUT I'D RATHER PLAY FOOTSIE. It doesn't take much to stir up the emotions that have hungered for a love expression for so long. But why doesn't the husband do it? A girl's boyfriend is kind, caring and smart and physically attractive. He has a good job and will certainly be a good provider. But he doesn't have a romantic bone in his body. He never once tried to surprise her with flowers or chocolates and scoffs at Valentine's Day. My friend is considering dropping him because she wants someone more romantic. He is good, but for her his good is not good enough without romance. Her whole life could change instantly if she would only hear, whispered in her ear, just a fraction of "together, together." By hearing him say," Darling, I love you in all kinds of weather," I would guess she would marry him in an instant. Though it might be her dream expression, it will most likely never happen. Why? Indeed, the manhood image seems to be a powerful force that restricts some men from being romantically expressive. Why can't men respond with romantic zeal even when it is so very clear that their woman not only desires it but needs it, sometimes desperately? It takes a few words and the cost is zero. I have a LUV DROP called "Got nuff luv?" The common response among women is "Yes, I do, but I can use a little more." I call it X-tra Love: Love, love is in the air; It covers up and down; It covers you inside out And covers you around. Love covers al
