How I Became a Romantic

Joe Garrison, November 3, 2011 — By I guess it must have started when I was 4 or 5 years old. My mother was a fan of radio soap operas.  I used to follow her around listening. Even though I couldn’t understand what was happening a lot of the time, I used to imagine falling in love with the ladies on the show. Even when I was about 7 or 8, I used to have dreams about older girls. As I became older, I realized that meaning something to someone was more than looking for superficial beauty. I found out that it was more important to treat someone with respect and attention. I wasn’t judging women by Hollywood’s standards of beauty such as blonde hair. It mattered more how a person treated me and how we got along. I’ve always been attracted to love songs and ballads. The point of my story is that triviality and superficiality doesn’t rate very high with me.