One of the great things about being a woman is that we don’t have to sugarcoat our feelings about romance. We openly admit to wanting, as my good friend Alex put it, a man who is “Tall, bronze, and bulging”. Although Mr.Caribbean might not be the ideal for every female we still hold expectations about romance and yet how we actually allow men to treat us makes me wonder if women have learned to settled for a sugar free existence.

We accept tasty delight instead of real ice-cream, emails instead of love songs, jokes instead of poetry. It’s no wonder that when faced with romance and true love we can’t stomach it. Is it something we could learn to digest? Or have WE become romance-intolerant?