Lately I have noticed that instead of just saying something really sweet to my boyfriend I have been “writing” it on him with my finger, be it his arm, back, thigh, etc… Whenever we are cuddling and I want to say something I think might be too… “omgIneedtothrowupwe’rethatdisgustingcouple”-ish I just trace it on him with my finger… He always asks what I wrote… I never tell.:rolleyes:
How do you send your secret messages to your significant other? And does he/she know what they say?
One of us will squeeze the other person’s hand 3 times, and the other will respond with 4 squeezes. “I love you” “I love you too”. Yeah, I know.
Even more embarassing, I learned this from the Olsen twins.
Married for 24 years this September. I discreet rub of the tip of the nose is still the secret signal. Except 20 years ago it meant “let’s get the hell out of here, go home and mess around”.
Now it means “let’s pretend we ran home, screwed around and came back”.
Ok, that just made me throw up in my mouth a little. I have done this with my daughter and son since they were babies. I never knew the Olsen skeletons did it.
Sometimes I transmit a secret message of love. A few seconds later, she smells it.
When I travel, I find little notes in my pockets. I never see her put them there, I pack my own bags. We’ve been together 21 years.
Ain’t love grand? I do the same thing. Last night I was playing a video game and needed to fart. I walked all the way upstairs where my wife was on the computer, leaned over gave her a peck on the cheek and let it rip. I could tell she appreciated it the way she ran from the room.
My husband knows EXACTLY what my hand gestures mean. One involves a finger, the other one involves - wait - you wanted NICE ones.
I leave him notes for when he gets up in the morning. Every night.
I had a girlfriend once who would, while we were holding hands, rub a finger agains my palm.
That meant ‘take me to bed, ASAP’.
Later, a different girlfriend did it.
It didn’t mean quite he same thing. 
Mrs. Death and i refer to this as a “mating call”. Unfortuately, she does them back.
My LabRat doesn’t like to say mushy stuff, and it’s not all that great to say the L word and not hear it in return. (Even though I know he does.) So lately I’ve just been saying “Rowr!”, which means “I love you” in dinosaur. I haven’t told him that yet. He just looks at me weird when I do it. 
We give each other silent (and not silent" “friendly growls,” stemming from and old inside joke. Silent growls are a simple baring of the teeth, with a small bite movement and the hint of a smile. Not-silent ones include “Arrr” (no, not like a pirate, just like saying the letter “R”).
No, we’re not dog people at all, not one bit. 
We don’t really do secret messages though we do have a ton of inside jokes. We’ve already committed to our last words if we ever find ourselves separated and on the verge of dramatic death. We are to turn to the nearest person, grasp their forearm urgently and say, ‘‘If I don’t make it, tell my wife… I say hello.’’
Thanks for the chuckle. I love that.
every night?? that seems like a lot to do… but very cute.
My husband rapidly lifts his eyebrows at me several times like a cartoon character. if I don’t respond, he says “I’m lifting my eyebrows at you in French.”
He’s silly like that. 
He silently points to his head, then his heart, and then me, which means “I love you…”
And then holds his arms out to indicate just how much.
This is usually reserved for public situations, and depending on how silly/serious the situation is will determine how discreet or how obvious he is about it.
It’s from Futurama. The Neutral Planet is party to a race of folks who wear bland clothing, issue ‘‘beige alerts’’ when things go wrong, and, naturally, say hello to their wives before they die dramatic deaths. God I love that show.
Reporter: “What are your thoughts on this momentous occasion, Your Neutralness?”
Neutral President: “I have no strong feelings one way or the other.”
My wife sent me a tremendous outpouring from the far side of the yard once during a windstorm. Apparently she’s capable of much more love than I’d ever dare dream possible.