Last week my husband and I were eating out at a favorite restaurant. Beside us, an “upper-middle age” couple sat beside each other in a booth, sharing both a main dish and an entree, and speaking in hushed tones the whole time. When it was time to pay the bill, they split the check, which I found quite amusing and ironic. I couldn’t decide if they were just beginning their romantic journey together or if they’d been together awhile, but it was clear from their body language and the kisses they shared before leaving that they were quite enamored with each other.
Hubby told me later that he was amused at the marked contrast between the couple beside us, and the couple he’d seen leaving while we were eating. The woman was following her husband, her hands full with take-home boxes and the man just walked through the door, not bothering to hold it for her. What interested my husband is that she didn’t react at all – she just caught the door with her foot and kept going, as if it were an everyday occurrence she lived with all the time. Whether or not they have romance at home, it wasn’t evident while they were out that night. Perhaps it was a rough night, or just one of those days, but romance wasn’t on the menu just then for those two, sadly.
I often wonder what people think of my husband and I when they see us out together. There’s the age difference, but since my husband looks younger I doubt most people notice that much. He likes to read the Tidbits papers while we’re waiting for our food, and I sometimes will read upside down while he’s browsing. Often we hold hands across the table, but as we eat, we’re often quiet, eating and observing the other people in the restaurant. I like to think that we’re in that middle stage of romance, where we’re over the anxious, can’t-keep-my-hands-off-you stage but thankfully still romantic enough to hold hands occasionally, open doors for each other, and generally be solicitous of the other person. I realize it sounds a lot like common courtesy, but I think taking care of my husband and in turn having him take care of me, right down to the little things is very romantic.
Have you noticed people in different stages of romance lately? If you’re in a relationship, what stage do you think you’re in?