Romances were strictly written as prose starting as early as the 13th century. But I think it’s pretty safe to say true romance began after Eve ate the apple in the Garden of Eden and ticked off Adam. He had to do some real “wooing” back then to populate the world and according to scholars he lived to be 930 years old. It has become such an inherent part of our society that as little girls we fantasize about a Cinderella world, being carried off by Prince Charming and living happily ever after. Our daddy’s revere us as their little princess at birth, treat us with tenderness, make us feel special and promise to always protect us. Most every woman want a man in their life like their daddy with a little bit of bad boy mixed in.
It’s what makes our heart go pitter-pat, our step lighter, our smile brighter, our day seem easier to cope with. If it’s lacking in our lives, we make up for it escaping into a fictional world where the hero is all man and the woman is US. It’s not the real world that’s true and as women we are nurturing, strong, independent, problem solvers, heads of businesses and multi-tasking managers of households.
We escape into genres filled with romance because while in that world we forget that the men in our lives are wired differently, come from Mars and gave up romancing us once the chase was over. Just sayin **wink ** wink
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