This romance thing is a remarkably slippery beastie. There are dictionary definitions and internet-style descriptions, but none really captures the essence of what might turn out to be a rather abstract abstract concept.
Food metaphors are always good when contemplating matters of the heart don't you think? Food is physical and mental, and heavenly and hellish, just like love. So the immediate connection I made was that romance is like truffles. Truffles are rare, rich, expensive, laboursome and worth every cent. They're stinky (yet delicious) addictive (yet satisfying in small amounts) and exotic (although nonchalantly humble.)
The verb romance can be described thusly:
...to court or woo romantically; treat with ardor or chivalrousness...
which sounds awfully Wuthering Heights to me. And throughout the descriptions, there runs this thread:
...a baseless, made-up story, usually full of exaggeration or fanciful invention...
which reminds me of women living in an imagined mental wonderland of hunky suitors and forever love.
Frankly, I like romance = truffles. One can reminisce about meals one has had, and dream about meals to come with truffles. One can have truffles rarely and be satisfied. And if truffles come into your life, they go with everything except dessert.
Romance Part 1, Romance Part 3, Romance Part 4.
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