The Artificial Romantic
Googling dating tips, reading Cosmo, trying things seen in movies.
You take her to a fancy French restaurant overlooking the lake, $20 glasses of wine shimmering in candlelight. The smiles are contained, the atmosphere is stuffy, the romance is in appearances. The crème brûlée delights the taste buds, the conversation bores both parties. Symbolism for the sake of symbolism, where roses don’t mean much more than cash spent.
Phony as Holden would say. Modern romance by another name.
