On a car ride with my father and his friend, I was sitting in the back seat staring out the window at the passing scene of forest and highway. My father was in the passenger seat and his friend was driving.
A discussion started between my father and his friend about what was romantic. About what was a romantic thing to do? My father was in constant disagreement with his friend.
‘Giving roses is romantic’ his friend started
‘Noooo’ my father replied.
‘Champaign on top of a mountain.’
‘Dinner for two.’
‘Getting married on top of a mountain in Costa Rica.’
And on it went. The list went on and my father continued to disagree. I became more and more attentive to the now heated disagreement in the front of the car.
Finely my fathers’ friend was out of ideas, and with clear frustration said:
‘Well whet the HELL do you think IS romantic?’
‘Oh well ahhh’ followed by a long pause, ‘its more in what you don’t do’ my father replied.