Talk Dirty to Me. Yes or No? Is it Romance?
The first thing that pops into my head at this title is the popular song Talk Dirty to Me by Poison. Okay, I might have shown my age just a bit, but that’s okay as I proudly accept the fact that I will forever be twenty-one.
Last week we started talking about the definition of Romance and left off on the noun version. This week lets continue but focus on the verb.
This is where it gets interesting.
Let’s use the word romance (without an object;)
- To invent or relate romances; indulge in fanciful or extravagant stories or daydreams.
Of course I invent love, don’t all authors? Yes, we do, as I can’t remember a time that I’ve gone to dinner with a friend and she spilled her guts about meeting a millionaire that knocked her off her feet. Let’s face it ladies, this is a dream, and for some it does happen. The hubs and I like to joke with the fact that we are millionaires as we are generous with love, and family. I know corny, but it works. Don’t get me wrong I love a good romance novel and love to be carried away on a jet with my dark and handsome billionaire.
- To think or talk romantically.
Let’s focus on this one for just a moment.
Do we walk around the grocery store thinking of romantic thoughts as we pull a carton of eggs from the cooler? I don’t, but I have been known to look in a few directions as the guy bends down to grab the milk from the bottom shelf. Come on, you know you are laughing and have done the same thing. I mean I got lost once inside our local food mart because I was distracted by the guy that kept following me around the store. It was totally not creepy in any fashion. But, when I returned home I found out that I didn’t get half the items on my list. When hubs wondered how I could forget the main thing that I went for. I simply stated “Sorry got distracted,” as I continued to put up that can of green beans. This is a code word for the guy was hot and had tattoos. Yes, hubs has been with me enough just to shake his head and agree to pick up the bread or creamer on his way home.
That covers the thinkable section of the word because right then you just all thought about something romantic. Well, maybe it was just me remembering back to said person at the market.
What the hell does this mean?
Do you walk around and greet your post man with a romantic conversation? No, and I hope not unless you have a thing for him then knock yourself out.
When was the last time you talked dirty to your partner? Me, I’m not telling as you will just have to figure that one out.
Our new dirty talk is usually considered PG13 now, but I shall never show you a text from the hubs. See it goes back to the whole we grew up and have a child in the house. I can’t just blurt what I would like to do out in the open. To bring that romance back I might text a little something-something to him. Usually, we are too tired to worry about all the talk, though.
But I imagine back in the early centuries this was common, as the word romance has declared that it is a historical thing. Now that takes you to a whole new word; Romanticism (also the Romantic era or the Romantic period) It’s described as artistic, literary, and the intellectual movement.
This has led me down a whole new path of “talking” romance or as I like to call it talk dirty to me.
I found an article that reflected back to the word Romanticism and, of course, was a little stunned when it mentions Edgar A. Poe. It’s stated that “Romance” first appeared as “Preface” in the 1829 collection Al Araaf, Tamerlane, and Minor Poems in 1931 as an “Introduction” to Poems by Edgar A. Poe. I won’t bore you with the details, but it reflects back to his love of his past wives. I had to think about this as I guess I never thought of it as romance while reading Poe. Many people find his writing in different ways, and I entirely missed the passion section. It could be that I didn’t understand the meaning behind said words from that century. I don’t know, but again it’s a historical romance that in this case just keeps proving that romance may be dead.
I, of course, Googled more and found a poem written by John Clare titled First Love;
I ne’er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter’s choice
Is love’s bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.
Let’s talk about this poem.
Today we don’t use this form of communication, nor do we speak to our loved ones in this manner. Just one more case on why real romance might be long gone.
See I’m building up a pattern, as we need to focus and bringing back the excitement. Let’s make what we read, a reality.
Tonight as I eat dinner with my family I plan to throw something out like this.
Dear, you took my eyesight quite away and make my heart speak as it’s the chords of a string.
This is epic, and I can’t wait to try it out. If you feel like doing it, drop me a line in the comments and let me know what you thought of it.
What do you think?
Will it get me brownie points?
I don’t think it will. Maybe locked up someplace in a small room wearing a lovely purple jacket that I will have to demand needs glitter.
Places where I have found me information.
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