On Romance with Age

Well, I've already written what my obstacle course is along the path to Romance - in a notebook, not on this blog. Yet. I've moved beyond it and I would like to quit reliving it. :) God only knows what my partner's ostacle course was, but if his childhood was anywhere as painful as mine, and it was, we'd barely have a chance in hell in the romance department. Those white hot sheets of blinding emotional pain layered on top of one another to the vulnerable who have no protection, getting at the core of who they are and destroying their confidence ... Because anytime something happens to remind me, it sends my Venus running for deep cover. In a way it's too bad our psychological scars and wounds aren't ... more obvious. If they were as evident and easy to see as a disfigurement or a missing limb, or blindness, or whatever, our fellow men would have a better shot at understanding us, and thereby sympathizing with us and knowing how to approach us.