Is romantic love a good basis for marriage?

So I was scrolling through the blog topics and happened to stumble upon this one.
Though romantic love is all cute and whatnot, I would say that it is not a good basis for marriage. Speaking as a person who got married at the age of 18, the love I had for my husband was romantic, but we both knew that romance was not a good foundation for marriage.
What happens when the romance fades? When you don't look as attractive as you did when you were younger? Romantic love in my opinion is the type of love thats all mushy gushy, or just a strong sexual attraction to your partner, well thats fine if you're just dating them, but marriage on those terms will end in disaster. In the end, you won't feel that attraction that you did to them in the beginning of the marriage. Marriage deals with compromise, sacrifices, and more indepth matters than just sex.
One problem I see with this, is that as you get married, either you or your partner, maybe even both of you will get comfortable and start to settle. The problem with that, is that when you settle, you begin to not care about the way you present yourself in front of your spouse. Often times they won't care, but you may get that one person who may want you to look your best at all times, just so they can have that same sexual attraction as they had in the beginning.
Once you're married, you're stuck. The only way you can get out is an anullment if you get out early, or have to go through a painful, expensive divorce. So basically to sum this all up, boys; think with the head on your shoulders, not the one in your pants. And girls; don't believe everything a boy tells you. Listen to your gut.

Of Anywhere to Live In the USA I Chose Georgia?

So I am sitting at the computer writing this blog, listening to my husband in his "man cave" beating the heck out of his drums (which he's really good at), and I sometimes think to myself, "Why did I choose to live this life?"
If you don't know already, I was born and raised in San Antonio, Texas. That is my home. I officially moved out of Texas and into middle Georgia a few weeks ago and so far I have no regrets.
It all started a little over a year ago. During the summer, I decided to visit my grandparents that live over here in Georgia and spend some quality time with them. I had a boyfriend at the time, too. So to not be away from him long, I decided to make my trip last from June 20th till July 20th. One day, my aunt, cousin, and I all planned to spend the weekend in Daytona Beach, Florida and my grandmother decided to be the "party pooper" and join us. She controlled pretty much everything we did and she even made us get up early Monday morning to go back to Georgia because, "We had to go to VBS (Vacation Bible School)." None of us were happy about that, either.
Looking back at that, I'm thankful for what my grandmother did. When I got to VBS, I felt so out of place. Everybody seemed to know each other there, and the only person I knew was my cousin. Being the outcast of the bunch, I decided to sit by myself and not talk to anybody the whole time. Interestingly enough, the guy next to me looked at me and the words that came out of his mouth were, "Who are you?". Not even in a friendly way, either! Well, now that guy is my husband.
During that week at VBS, him and I started to talk to each other, become friends, and after only three days of knowing each other we were completely crazy about one another. Remember in the beginning of this I said I had a boyfriend? Well after almost ten months of dating, I decided to end things with him. Its funny, because me and my now husband had only known each other for six days at the time. Many think that I'm crazy, but when you know that you're meant to be with somebody, you just know. Maybe it was the shooting star we saw together while walking outside, that Wednesday night, followed by the best first kiss I've ever had in my life. I am a person who believes in fate. Ryland and I were fated to be together. It took a lot of convincing to officially move from Texas to Georgia, and I do miss my family, but like I said. I have no regrets.

My First Blog!

So if you're reading this, welcome to my blog! My name is Aimee Rodriguez, and like the title says, these are my personal, impersonal thoughts. Its Friday, August 19th, and I just looked at the clock at the bottom right of my laptop and it currently says 10:44AM.  I wish i knew what to write about, so I guess I'll just write what I'm doing! I'm here in the living room with my husband watching Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs. I personally love this movie, its so funny! "Foodalanche!" It just got to the part when the dam collapsed and all of the food is coming towards them.
On another note, I went to the Wellness Center yesterday before class and pretty much worked out every muscle in my body. It hurts to move!
"Gummybears!!!" Its on the movie, haha. Steve is hilarious when it comes to his love for gummybears. I would love to have food as big as it is on the movie... Without all of the consequences of evil food and the world ending, of course. I'm not trying to make this blog random or anything.

I said it before and I'll say it again: These are My Personal, Impersonal Thoughts.

I'm gonna go now and go get a life, I'll post something later. Bye!

"STEVE!"