this is a conversation between an unromantic guy and a romantic girl.

guy:
women always believe that the men they met by chance encounters are the best
and the degree of perfection of the man is directly proportional to how romantic the chance encounter is.

girl:
that's nonsense....

guy:
nonsense? fine, i ll give you examples.
For example, a man you chance upon during summer must be strong, athletic, has bronze, sun-grazed sin, and eyes as bright as the seawater; best if he has clear and crisp laughter.
then he will run towards the girl, while calling her name, scoop her up and turn anticlockwise three times.

girl:
silly, go on....

guy:
dont like summer? fine, change a season.
during fall the man you have a chance encounter on the streets with must wear spectacles, and have a studious, intellectual disposition. He must be holding a book of poems in his hand; best if he steps on the ground full of falling leaves, making a 'sha-sha' sound. and then he will whishper gently in the girl's ear, and tell her she is even more beautiful than any poem.

girl:
..you really sprouting nonsense!...

guy:
sprouting nonsense? fine, not changing the time of the chance encounter, lets pick a different location.
in an empty, barren mountain-land, the man you chance upon must have a mane of long hair, and have and artistic feel. He must carry a canvas, some drawings, and there must be some birds resting near him while he is painting his masterpiece. Maybe the girl will strip bare to be his model, or silently watch and enjoy his intent and seriousness towards his art.

girl:
you must be crazy...

guy:
crazy? ok, i ll change it to a more modern location.
in a noisy bar, the man you chance upon must look wild, aloof and untamed. he must be smoking a cigarette very coolly; be drinking vodka shots and not tiger beer, and its best if he has a pair of cold, proud eyes. and then maybe when the girl gets harassed by drunkards he will protect her and get into a fight with them and make them scared shitless.

girl:
but this is all so romantic....


guy:
romantic? Miss, romantic scenes happen perhaps only in fiction.
In reality, the man running at the beach could step on glass and be sent to ER. or maybe the girl will be too heavy, causing his arm muscles to strain or rip and tear resulting in serious injury.
the man stepping on the ground full of fallen leaves in autumn could accidentally step on birdshit, because theres lots of birdshit in piles of fallen leaves. or maybe because the birdshit is too smelly, the man will scold vulgarities instead of reciting poems.
as for the man in the secluded mountain, the birds flying near him could land birdshit on his head. Or maybe when the girl strips naked for him to paint her, he could get beaten up by her for complaining that she has to much cellulite around her thigh and butt area.
The guy drinking in the crowded club could be forced to stay behind and wash plates because he didnt bring enough money to pay for his drinks. Or maybe he could get chased off when getting into a fight to try to protect the girl, because there is simply no logical reason why a good guy will definitely be able to fight well.

girl:*indignant*
do you have something against all things romantic?

guy:
something against being romantic?
of course not. Im just making some deductions and conclusions from some observations and data. because for all of the type of men i ve mentioned just now, whether they are book-ish, aloof, artistic or manly, the only thing they have in common is height, not looks! lots of love stories try to be anti-stereotypes; the make the male lead un-handsome.
but they never make him short.
because im not tall, so i must protest.

girl:
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