**cleans or cooks without being asked?
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All the time–a few times a week, probably. He’s much cleaner than me, although he does a few things that make me nuts, like leaving dishes in a big pile instead of putting them in the dishwasher, or, when I ask him to put them in, putting the plates down horizontally instead of vertically in the rack so I have to rearrange them anyway. He’s very sweet about cooking me food. Sometimes I’ll be lying around and not really doing anything, just not feeling like cooking, and will ask for food and he will go make me an omelet or a grilled cheese sandwich or something.
**leaves you a sweet romantic message (note, phonecall, e-mail)?
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Maybe once or twice a month? He sometimes sends me emails from work/school/wherever just to say he misses me and wishes he was with me. More often, he’ll just forward me weird stories from the news.
**surprises you with a small thoughtful gift when it isn’t your birthday?
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Almost never. I like getting (and giving) gifts much more than he likes giving them, and it’s a point of contention, since I see it as romance and he sees it as materialism/frivolity. Hence, usually the small random gifts consist of food, maybe once every few months–he’ll bring me a piece of pie or cookie or something from somewhere. He tried to bring me a little jar of syrup from a recent business trip and it got confiscated at the airport.
takes you out to dinner? There has to be some planning involved, so “I’m hungry and we both forgot to get groceries, so let’s grab some pizza” doesn’t count.
We eat out a lot, so we both “take each other out to dinner” a few times a month, usually if one of us doesn’t have the appropriate cash to go Dutch.
**surprise you with flowers (If you like flowers?)
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Never. I like flowers, he doesn’t, for various reasons–allegedly killing the plants, the fact that they get brown and wither and have to be thrown away, and the pollen will supposedly give us allergies. :rolleyes: So I buy myself flowers whenever I want them. I wish he’d buy me flowers, but I’ve basically given up hope on this point.
**rub your feet or back? (If you like massage)
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Maybe once a month, and it’s usually less than enthusiastic. He attributes this to me asking when he’s tired, or he’ll massage me for about a minute and then say his hands hurt. I know he just doesn’t really like to do it.
**do something you like, but he doesn’t ? Does he show some initiative: “Honey, I bought two tickets to the ballet” or does he go along grudgingly “Okay, Okay, I’ll go with you to that stupid ballet if that really makes you happy” .
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I’m not sure how often this happens, or how often I actually ask for it. Maybe once a month? It’s usually grudging but unexpectedly sweet when he does this, because he’s usually really stubborn and won’t, say, go to dumb Hollywood action movies with me if he can help it, no matter how much I wheedle and cajole. However, after digging in his heels about it for about an hour, he did unexpectedly go to the zoo with me a few weeks ago. I asked him to go, he refused, I asked for a ride to the zoo, he said OK to this, and then, when we were in the parking lot, he started looking for parking instead of dropping me off at the gate. And a few weeks before that he went to a fabric/yarn store with me and waited patiently for a good hour or so before asking me to leave.
**go out of his way to do something really romantic (that involves at least two weeks planning) for bigger occasions, like anniversaries, Valentine’s day or birthdays?
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Two weeks? I don’t know if he’s ever done something that big. I’m not sure I have, either. But I was really moved on my last birthday (by something that may not have taken more than a few hours planning in advance). He was busy with meetings and said, up until the day itself, that he didn’t know if he’d be able to go out to dinner with me as I had requested. I was disappointed, but figured it was OK and we could go to dinner another night. He got home and said we should go out to the local fancy schmancy restaurant. “OK, we can see if they have any tables,” I said, because of course I thought we were doing this as a spur of the moment thing. Then we showed up and he said “I have a reservation, name of ____” and I realized he had actually planned this the whole time and called ahead for reservations. I’m sure for some people, this is par for the course, but it meant a lot to me.
Our six-year anniversary (of dating, not marriage) is this weekend. We’ve lived together for 5+ years. We haven’t planned anything fancy, but I’m sure we’ll do something nice. I’m definitely much more of a traditional romantic than he is, and I often wish for things like the gifts and flowers and backrubs, but we have so many little romantic moments that I think it really doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things–I love it when he makes me a grilled cheese sandwich, or grabs me and cuddles me, or gets all sentimental about weird little things (I gave away some ugly old pajamas to Goodwill recently and he got all sad and wistful because I used to wear them when we first started dating). It took me a while and quite a few tiffs to learn to appreciate some of these little romantic things, as I think my default expectations are set quite a bit higher and I would like more grand romantic gestures–a surprise weekend getaway! Flowers, just 'cause! Earrings and chocolates and a card because he thought I’d like them! But there’s always the good and the bad in any relationship, and I like the good things we have.
It’s hard sometimes if you compare yourself to other couples, like our friends who just got married–husband wrote and recorded a love song for wife; the only song I know of that my boyfriend has written about me is a song that goes “Someone somewhere [i.e., me] is baking a pie that’s made only with peas” but it continues along the lines of “What the hell kind of pie is that? It’s not even sweet.” Or another couple we know; BF went shopping with this guy and reported that he bought a $200 necklace for his lady friend for her birthday, among many assorted other gifts. They’re not married, they’re both students in their mid-20s. Though actually–it’s romantic when you think about it at first, and I felt all envious, but if you think more about it it’s actually not such a great idea to go around spending your tuition money on jewelry. My ex-boyfriend was similar, very romantic, and brought me flowers and bought me presents and such all the time. However, he was also massively in debt and totally irresponsible about his money. I prefer the current situation, which I guess is not very romantic of me.
I am holding out secret hope for some massively romantic formal proposal whenever we decide it’s a good time to get married. Like a relative of mine whose boyfriend bought her a baby grand piano because she had always loved to play the piano. When she sat down and started playing, one note was consistently off. “Why don’t you open it up and see what the problem is?” he asked. He had tied the ring to one of the strings. Her brother took his girlfriend to Paris and proposed to her on top of the Eiffel Tower. Awwww!