So, Reader's Digest has 50 ways to be romantic.

Hasn't anyone told them that romance is dead? Buried? Taking a long dirt nap?

We're sexting. We're hooking up on Twitter. We are not being romantic. And if you follow RD's advice, I'm thinking you're not going to be doing anything.

Fake a power outage at home. (Loosen the fuses or throw the breaker switches.) With no TV to tempt you…with no computer to occupy you…with no furnace to heat you…you pretty much have no choice but to get out the candles, huddle around the fireplace and be romantic!

So, lying is romantic now?

Call your partner from work, every-hour-on-the-hour, just to say "I love you."

That might be cute for two hours, but if you work eight hours a day, those phone calls are going to be redundant and stupid. Now, don't get me wrong, I love a bit a romance. But this is the kind of stuff that you don't even read about in romance novels — even the cheesy ones with Fabio on the cover.