I don't know if I could be classified as a romantic just because I'm easily moved by such things as beautiful sunsets...

Well, I'm definitely not hopeless romantic. I'm not too keen on romance novels, movies, or tv shows... or even romantic comedies (though I'm somehow able to bear the ones starring John Cusack). And it's hard to romance me, to make me genuinely melt... I can't remember ever being that touched by an intentionally romantic moment that took place between me and a guy. Even the most romantic moments still seemed somewhat cheesy -- too deliberately drippy -- and sometimes a wee bit too pretentious for my taste. All the time I'm thinking, let's cut out all this sappy crap (or crappy sap) and get to the humping-like-animals part now...

I think I'd have to be on some sort of drug to feel romance the way some people do... the way they seem to in movies and tv shows. Speaking of drugs, some days I feel like trying out psychedelic mushrooms. But then I mentally kick myself for thinking about it. We are about being honest here... which is why I'm telling you that I've had these thoughts.