[hijack]How do you do that? [/hijack]
This is the kind of woman I need to meet!
Hey, I just realized why I have no one. I cannot think of one extraordinarily romantic thing I’ve ever done in my life. Boy has this thread opened my eyes. I gotta get cracking…
After our first date, my (now) husband sent 2 dozen yellow roses to me at work. I had never received flowers from a man before (even though I was 30). The card said “Thanks for a wonderful evening”. Been married 12 years now, and I still keep the card and look at it now and then. He is a very special man. And still romantic!
I dated a boy once who, for my birthday, made a tape with all of my favorite songs. He recorded his voice on the tape too, playing DJ and saying sweet things. Very, very sweet. Alas, we were not right for each other.
The man I’m with now, I met last summer on the Internet. We basically began a friendly email conversation, and last year while I was studying in Scotland, our emails began to get very romantic. He called me all the time while I was there. He must have spent hundreds of dollars. There was never a day where I didn’t get an email, a phone call, or he didn’t meet me for an IM conversation.
I moved back to the states this past June. We finally met and it was wonderful. He brought me pictures of where he lives (Illinois), a book that will describe to me who he is on the inside (I already know this, but I’m enjoying the book), a book that I once mentioned I’d never read, but would like to (A Tree Grows in Brooklyn), rocks from the Berlin Wall, a picture of his pets. It was all so damn romantic. The visit was wonderful.
He’s coming again in October. And he wants me to move to Illinois. Sigh.
Me? Well, I once threw a boyfriend a surprise party. I’ve sent flowers and balloons for no reason.
Peace,
Tracy
Sorry, I can’t resist. I know I’m taking this coment waayyy out of context and blantantly disrupting this thread but:
I’m no longer a young man who can go at it 4-5 times a night, but it doesn’t take me months to get ready for a second go-round!
Originally posted by BratMan007
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LOL! You know, as soon as I read, “Sorry, I can’t resist,” I KNEW what I was about to read! I should have written, “He’s coming to visit again in October.”
I live in Louisiana. I miss him terribly, but the thought of moving . . . wow, that makes me nervous. But I’m hijacking this thread, so I’ll shut up now.
Peace,
Tracy
During a long period of geographic separation, a significant other once went down to Good Vibrations and picked out a bunch of sex toys for me and sent them to me in the mail. I know it doesn’t seem all that romantic compared to the other stories here, but the day I received them had been really, really, really bad, but I’ve never laughed so hard as I did when I opened the box.
During another long distance relationship, when I’d been missing the guy and plans to see each other kept falling through, I got up at 5:00 a.m., hopped the bus to where he lived (4 hours away), and suprised him with some wake-up nookie.
When I left D.C. a month ago, this guy I’d been spending time with gave me a novel as a going away present, with a sweet note written on the flyleaf. He and I weren’t really dating, and I’m not sure the gesture was meant to be all that romantic, but the gift showed that he really paid attention to who I was and what I would like. The funny thing is that I always used to get a trinket or a book for any friends who were leaving, so it was exactly the kind of thing I would do for someone else but not something that anyone ever did for me. It sort of bowled me over - He got sort of a drunken kiss out of the bargain, and we’re still in touch. Dysfunctional Long Distance Relationship #3, anyone?
When I was in bed with a miserable cold he read Winnie The Pooh to me. With voices.
There was awhole group of us out golfing and most of us had deciede to call it quites after nine (I wasn’t golfing anyway, just tooling around in the cart). My bf and my nrother in law wanted to play the back nine. After a while, I went to go and check on them.
My bf said, “I got you something. Hold on, he might get away.”
He pulled out a beautiful, perfect little frog. He had chased it all over the green before catching it for me. He knew I’d want to release it into a water hazard, which I did. I just thought it was so sweet that he was willing to look like such a geek chasing this frog around for me.
dpr, I never knew you were such a softy. That is possibly one of the sweetest things I’ve read.
Without a doubt, so far in my life it’s been this.
And, I’m sure whatever I’ve done for others up til now pales to what I have in mind for Anniz. 
WOW, you mention me, thanks.:):):)
And I’m sure you can do many things for me.:):):)
I miss you here.
The first time I spent the night at my husband’s house --before we were married :o I had mentioned to him how much I loved berries–strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, etc. The next morning, he woke up early, snuck out of bed, went to the grocery store and bought a pint of every kind of berry they had. He woke me up with a huge bowl of berries. It was so sweet I almost cried.
Also before we were married: One year he kept asking me what I wanted for Christmas. I would teasingly respond: “A Pony.” On Christmas day I found a fish tank filled with oats, straw and a My Little Pony. (He did also get me other gifts).
My husband and I used to work at a library (in different departments–the library is very large). We both worked in the stacks. In this library books are sent down a dumbwaiter when requested by the librarian at the desk. Occasionally he would send flowers or other gifts to me on the lift.
I have many more…
One Valentines Day I told my husband to pack a change of clothes and hop in the car. I took the long route to a local ski “resort”(very puny–more of a giant snow cone than a mountain with snow) and took him skiing for the day. Quite a surprise for him.
There are more but I’ll let others tell their stories.
My fiancé sometimes will spontaneously think of a poem while we’re on the phone. He’s a beautiful poet and it always makes me cry that I’m the only one that will ever hear that poem, and I’ll only hear it once.
After watching What Dreams May Come last saturday, he got on his knees and told me I was his soulmate and would go through Hell to be with me. All the more special because he’s in the Navy and I’m in college, so we can’t be together until he gets out in three years. Except weekends if we’re lucky- until October 20th, when he goes to D.C. I’m gonna miss my Sailor Boy 
He had a crush on his best friend since they were little kids. When we were just going out, he said the only girl I had to worry about was her. After he asked me to marry him, she decides NOW is the time to tell him she loves him, and try to sleep with him, too. (Bit-- I won’t finish it.) He just tells her, “I’m already in love with the most amazing woman in the world, sorry.” She kept tryin’ and tryin, got engaged to another guy, then tried again. It broke his heart, but now he refuses to speak to her. To complicate things, his parents hated me at the time (mom still does) and wanted him to marry her. Actually, NONE of his family OR friends liked me and MOST of them wanted him to marry her. He told them all to fuck off, and lost a lot of them as a result, and his friends ment the world to him. He doesn’t care about 'em now.
He almost couldn’t see me on our first Valentine’s Day together, but at the last minute, they let him come home. He called me to say he was sorry he couldn’t see me, but he had a friend do him a favor, could I go look out on my porch? So I looked and there were two roses (still got 'em!), a teddy bear, and a card. I went back inside and started crying, then he said, now look on the porch again. So I looked, and there he was!
I’ve got a million of 'em, but I’ll let everyone else have a turn.
Now I really miss him… sniffle
Sorry I stole your breath. I’m not normally like that, honest. 
You’re welcome - strangely it was nice to put it down on ‘paper’ (though the dreams I has that night… sigh).
And yes.
Monster: SSSHHHHH!!! I’m trying to keep the softy thing a secret!!! Don’t you know it’s the bastards that get the girls?
Too late, dpr. Your secret’s out. But it’s all good- us girls dig the softies, too.
Softies, definitely. => That was among the sweeter stories I have ever heard…
I don’t know… there are a lot of things my boyfriend has done that I think are terribly sweet. Then again, that might just be the result of me being a naive, love-struck youth. =>
Like keeping the candy-wrappers we had on the bus when we went to a leadership conference thing a year ago, having a running joke with his co-workers: “How’s your girlfriend?” they’ll ask. “She’s CUTE!” he’ll reply.
Our first date was so amusingly stereotypical, movie, milkshake, making out on the porch…
But yeah. blushes I’m done.
sigh
My facade’s blown: my secret identity exposed.
I may have to flee the boards…
:eek: Yeah, and give us girls one less reason to keep coming by here!
In an other lifetime, I had a long-distance relationship with a man in Bristol, England (I live in L.A.). A few days before Valentine’s Day, I decide to fly over for a 3-day weekend visit (Valentine’s landed on a Saturday). Wednesday, I call up British Air, get a roundtrip ticket, for the red-eye on Thursday night. I get a few days off from work, and I call Tim at LAX, just before I get on the plane, and tell him to meet me at Heathrow. I’ll never forget how he sounded on the phone–or the look on his face when he picked me up the next day.