Or conversely, had done for/to/with you? Valentine’s Day is fast approaching, and I need ideas…stat!
My husband spent all the money he’d been saving for hot rod stuff on an emerald bracelet I admired when we were cruising the mall one day. I cried for a week.
Oh…and I got pregnant at the Howard Johnson’s in Elgin, IL on Valentine’s Day in 1976. Somehow I don’t think that’s what you’re looking for.
I know that I mentioned this in a previous thread, but when my boyfriend and I were dating in high school, his younger brother was part of the high school Madrigals (the top ensemble in the school).
For our second anniversary, he picked me up to go to a snazzy dinner. He came to the door, made small talk with my parents, and gave me my present (a Pablo Neruda book). We wen’t outside to his chariot (an '86 Chevy Celebrity), only to find all of the Madrigal men decked out in their tuxedos in my driveway. They sang Dave Matthews Band’s “Crash” to me in an arrangement that his brother had put together. It was beautiful, because our anniversary is a few days before Christmas and there was a light snow. The neighbors opened their doors to find out what was going on and they all watched the performance.
All my boyfriend had to do was promise them pizza and pop in return for the performance. I’ll never forget it. We’ve been together for over 5 years now and will tie the knot in just over a year.
I drew her. She posed on the bed and I got out some art pencils and went to work. We had soft music playing and candles lighting the room. The drawing turned out magnificent.
It was very DiCaprio of me, come to think of it.
He came out to see me in college in Boulder, CO. We went to a hot tub place (these were not all that common–at least not in the Midwest, so it was a new thing for us). We didn’t ask, but were given the hot tub on the roof–we jumped in and it started snowing. Candles, hot tub, warm bodies and snow.
Doesn’t get much better than that.
About 20 years ago ( :eek: ) I gave a girl a ring (not an engagement ring, but a nice gold opal ring) once by cutting open a box of Crackerjacks, then carefully opening the prize envelope and substituting the ring. I went through three prize envelopes (from three boxes) before I got it right.
She’s married to someone else, but I’m still good friends with them both.
I have been known to strew a bed with rose petals, too. They are remarkably cold. Then somewhat crunchy when you discover some a few days later.
Well, I hid a bunch of roses in the orchestra pit in the theatre for my girlfriend as an opening present, then sent her down there on some other pretext. If roses are in season where you are, cut them yourself; makes it even better.
I met the Future Bus Wife at O’Hare Airport on Sept.29, 1984. A friend talked a group of us into going on a cruise with a group he’d gone with in the past. She was part of that group. Early Saturday morning, at the airport, she was wearing a pink dress and a Cubs cap - she’s a card carrying Die Hard, and the cubbies had just clinched their division that week.
Danny introduced us. She said “How about them cubs?!” I replied “Screw the cubs”. We have a mixed marriage, me being a White Sox fan.
Don’t worry, it got better. During the cruise we got together and in fact I ended up taking her straight home in the limo from the cruise to meet my family.
Six months to the day later, I told her we were going to O’Hare to meet my roommate from the cruise, who had a three hour layover, and we’d all have dinner. (Lie)
I picked her up at her job downtown, we drove to the airport, parked and we went to the Delta terminal. She looks around and says something about the place looking familiar. I said, yeah goofy, it’s where we met?
“Which is why I brought you here, because this is where it started, so I wanted to give you this on the spot where we met” as I whipped out the ring.
There was a group waiting at the next gate waiting for their flight that saw the whole thing and they broke out into big applause, a couple people even came over and hugged and shook hands with us.
First thing out of her mouth, after “yes” was to ask if this meant we weren’t going to meet Don for dinner.
Sheesh, women. :rolleyes:
Awe, MBG --my hubby asked me suddenly one evening.
My supervisor had warned me that if I did not get new nursing shoes (mine were old and nasty) that she would send me home if I showed up with them on. I(being a silly 23 y/o) believed her and was anxious.
I worked nocs and he, days. I got up around 6pm and had to get to the mall to get the shoes. I was on the stairs of his house and he insisted that I stop and wait a minute. I was somewhat irked in that I really needed to GO-and he knew it.
He made me close my eyes and then held my hand…
I called in that noc–no shoes!
See, you guys may have it all planned etc–but we DON’T know that!
My boyfriend and I live 500 miles apart and I only get to see him about once a month.
Since I was going to visit him at Christmas after a nearly unbearable two months apart (I couldn’t find time off school), I made him a special countdown calendar.
I took one of those advent calendars that has a chocolate for each day in December, hidden behind a little numbered door, and I opened it up and removed the plastic tray of chocolates. Then I carefully opened and unfolded the cardboard of the box, and wrote him a message on the inside flap of each of the little doors. Some of them were mushy, some were very very sexy; I wrote about things we’d done, and things I wanted to do.
Then I closed the box back up with hot glue after sticking the chocolate tray back in, and mailed it to him. He was confused until he started opening one door every day, getting a chocolate and a secret message. 
Yup, definitely my best work to date.
This may sound silly but when I turned 16, my boyfriend (who went to another school) had a vase with a bouquet of a dozen red roses delivered to my favorite class. Then he met me after school and took me out on a date. It was very romantic to me.
That’s not silly–that is sweet. I love when guys do that kind of thing. I miss it–guess I’ll never grow up.
<sigh>
My wife has an awful habit of screwing up most of my romantic plans. She doesn’t do it on purpose, but she always does it. Heck, I had to postpone asking her to marry me by about 3 weeks because she kept screwing up my plans. The first time she almost ruined my plans was the first Valentines Day that we lived together. Here is the story.
We started out New York, after we were together for awhile I ended up moving back to my home state of Georgia. We had a long distance relationship for an entire year before she moved down into my house right after Christmas. On that first Valentines Day after she moved in with me I wanted to do something special for her. She was looking for a job, and at that time she was working for a temp agency at a job about 45 minutes away (right by Perimeter mall for the people who know Atlanta). I left work after a half day so I could get the house ready, I bought flowers, a bunch of candles, and everything I needed to make dinner. I covered the house with candles, all over the place, and made dinner for her. I had everything ready for her to come home at her normal time… Unfortunatly that day there was a LOT of traffic on the east wall of I-285, it normally took her 45 minutes to get home, that day it took her 3 hours. By the time she got home, the candles were mostly burned down, and the food as cold. Luckly its the thought that counts
Once, I snuck into my girlfriend’s house and strung xmas tree lights all over her headboard (it was xmastime) and hid a candycane under the pillow.
For my ex, I wrote her a page a day for a year and included ephemera of stuff we did, little sketches, etc. Then I wrapped all the journals up and gave them to her for an anniversary gift. That was a committment, I’ll tell you.
Last year on Valentine’s Day, my (long distance) girlfriend flew down from San Jose to spend one night with me. Very romantic. We’re married now :-). I put a love note in her lunch everyday.
I did this once for my now ex-girlfriend. In my mind this is a very heavy duty thing to do, and I didn’t realize what I was doing, but if you’re absolutely sure you can keep your word on this one, then:
Buy 11 real roses and one fake plastic one. Then you tell her, “I will love you until the last one dies.”
I’d started dating someone in school I was pretty smitten with and was at the same time taking flying lessons. I arranged with my instructor for him to take us up on a flight Valentine’s night and had a dozen roses and a pre-opened bottle of champagne in the cockpit (don’t want those pesky flying corks knocking your pilot’s eye out).
We flew around the light of our city, drank champagne and smelled the roses. She was suprised, overwhelmed, deeply moved, blown away… the start to a long and wonderful relationship.
I proposed at the Temple of Heaven in Beijing. I had planned to do it in the park around the Temple, since the actual temple area is so packed with tourists.
Through sheer luck, I found one of the tiers(that goes around it) that had fewer people and was able to propose with no one watching.
When my parents visited, we went to that spot and took a nice photo of us. It’s on our TV stand now.
This was on Valentines Day 2003.
Sorry…I had a moment where I thought you meant you got pregnant in the HoJo restaurant in Elgin, IL. That was an interesting image.
The most romantic thing we’ve ever done was last Valentine’s Day, when we went to a VERY nice restaurant here in town and had a romantic candlelight dinner (in PUBLIC!). Dessert was an absolutely decadent chocolate cake with a raspberry center, totally covered in dark chocolate.
Still the most romantic thing ever, to me.
My fiance has a habit of surprising me by showing up when I least expect him. For my first birthday after we started dating, I had gone up to my sister’s in Boston because he and my parents were going to be out of town, so I had no one to celebrate with… or so I thought. He came home early and took a train up to Boston to surprise me. Most recently, he showed up at a conference I was at in Albuquerque; I walked out of one of the sessions, and there he was.
Our engagement wasn’t all that romantic; we had been talking about getting married, but I wasn’t sure how serious he was taking this, whether it was official, etc., until one day we were waiting for our takeout at a Chinese restaurant when I joked about my neice one day having an Uncle Paul of her own (he has the same name as my uncle), when he looks up and says, “We are getting married, right?” I almost cried.
Now we live a few states apart, and I only see him about once a month, so just sitting on the couch, eating pizza, and watching the Gilmore Girls is romantic enough for me.