What is 'wooing'? I mean, in this day and age, do women really still expect to be treated like damsels (sans the distress)...bought flowers and chocolates and whispered sweet (hopefully not nothings) in our ear? Do we women -- in our power suits, power-updos, killer heels and firm handshakes still expect to see a knight-like gentleman sweep down amongst our chaotic world, lift us onto a proverbial horse and whisk us away? Have our childhood VHS fantasies spawned by Disney film-makers brainwashed us into a romance-obsessed oblivion? Really? Reeeeally? Absolutely!
We not only expect it; (yes, I used a semicolon and used it correctly) each and every one of us that hasn't been hardened to a crisp by countless bitter forlorn loves believes it will happen for us. Why? Well...why not of course!? What's the point of love if its just for convenience? Finding someone who conveniently fits into your fire-baked clay mold of life -- someone who doesn't cause too much ruckus and increases your credibility/popularity/likability/'fit-in'-ability isn't really about love now is it? Its more about our selfish need to gratify the lackluster life we've been living in. A means to an end - but the wrong means to an end that likely spells D-I-V-O-R-C-E. Sigh.
I recently had a someone firmly announce to me that they don't woo because wooing is a monstrosity concocted by feeble-minded women who have no concept of reality. I, being of sound mind and body, realize that this really meant "don't expect anything from me sugar...cuz I am not about to put in any effort into this." But what I found most amusing here was the dichotomy of a human being completely against trying your best to make someone happy and - on the same token - expecting that latter relationships like marriage are never going to require any 'work' or sweet nothings or flowers or....a piece of 85% cocoa dark chocolate.
But herein lies the line of sanity - if it feels like work...then its probably just 'the chase.' If you're spending hour after hour singing "Tujhe Dekha Tho" to eachother at the top of your lungs (my voice is fabulous at 1 in the morning BTW) then its probably the perfect level of "woomanship."
I've never prided myself on being a relationship expert (clearly) or a woman of ill-acceptance of reality but I do believe in lowering the floodgates for someone I care about. Because that's the stuff endorphins are made of. Insurmountable love pouring out so furiously you can't help but to woo. And it works both ways ladies and gentleman. The images of an incredibly firey size 4 woman dripping with sensuality yet encased in a humility AND coolness AND a fantastic knowledge base of foreign car engines...sweeping into your kitchen and whipping up a gourmet meal of perfectly grilled Ribeye, potatoes au gratin and tiramisu for dessert...serving you in front of the plasma while Roethlisberger dodges getting sacked 4 times.!!! Why...if that isn't wooing...I'll be damned.
