We're simply in love.

So very many women. That I’ve known over the years. Have looked at life as practical realists. Rather than romantic idealists. For me, that’s a turn off. Because I’m an unabated romantic idealist. A dreamer. Who has his head up in the clouds. Most of the time. I believe in romance.  In true love. To the point that some women think I’m a stupid impractical would-be poet. For instance, I write love letters. And I’ll take a trip to Venice.  To meet my Italian amore. In the flesh. For the first time.  Even though she may have  had a slight doubt that I would show up. She’s there. Punctual. On time. And just like that. We’re off. For a three-week get-acquainted romp in the Italian Alps. And here we are. In the 10th year of our idyllic  relationship. Doesn’t matter. That we are quite different people. In many ways. But we blend nicely. We balance each other. To put it simply, we’re in love. We’re romantic idealists. --Jim Broede