Everything I know about romance, I learned from romance novels; I am, after all, the editor of a romance novel blog. So it stands to reason that I should know a fair amount about romance itself, considering the amount of time I spend reading, reviewing, discussing and celebrating all these novels that recount courtship and happy endings. I will spend my wow money time to read that novels and also it will cost my money prepared for cheap wow gold.

I'm here to tell you that romance is easily summed up in one word: Fabio. The long, blond hair, the gleaming hunks of waxed man-cleavage peeking out from a shirt that's undone but still tucked in: these are the hallmarks of romance. I'm kidding, of course. That may be the stereotypical image of romance, and most certainly of romance novels, but that's not romance itself—not by a long shot.

Romance novels often are accused of generating false expectations among readers. Not so: romance novels can and have pointed the way toward genuine expressions of affection for many readers, myself included.

Romance novels can teach you that romance itself is not merely a single gift or a gesture, and it sure isn't just knockin' boots. Romance doesn't even guarantee a happy ending—anyone who has been through a bad breakup can tell you that.

Romance can include sex but it is not just sex. So that itchy uncomfortable g-string you think would be the hottest thing since hot was invented? It’s maybe not. Romance is when it's Not All about You.

Romance also means routine maintenance. You change the oil in your car and put gas in the tank because you don't take your car's function for granted. It needs fuel and care to get going. Neither should you take the most important people in your life for granted.