Your dream Valentines Day

Part of the essence of romance is surprise, so it’s hard to come up with a really great romantic scenario.

One of the most romantic things I have done was to write “I love you” on about ten pieces of paper, then scatter them through my (now ex)husband’s luggage as he was about to go on a trip. He was still finding them a year later. I got that from a book called “1001 Romantic things to do” The Lion should get it if he wants to increase his romance rating.

My ideal day (assuming we were both off)

Wake up in each other’s arms
French toast & sausage & eggs for breakfast. (We’ll need the energy)
Drive to the forest, where we will go for a long hike in the woods. We’re bringing a picnic lunch: cold broiled chicken, cheese, bread, fruit, chocolate, which we feed to each other. (Hey, this is a fantasy - so I moved it closer to a forest, eh?)
Deep in the forest, we make love in a sun-dappled glade. Slowly. :wink:
Later, we return home, then take a nice long bubble bath together.
Dinner by candlelight - something simple and light.
After dinner, we sit in front of the fire and see how long we can kiss and cuddle and nuzzle and fondle before the inevitable happens and we make love again.

** sigh **

Right now I’d settle for another note from the guy I’ve been flirting with via email.


…in a state so nonintuitive it can only be called weird…

Okay Orangecakes, you lit my curiosity. Why April 21st?


You can stand tall without standing on someone. You can be a victor without having victims. -Harriet Woods-

<sappy>

When me and my angel are together, every day is Valentine’s Day.

</sappy>


Yer pal,
Satan

Well, to answer your question I must echo Satan’s statement. I’ll be flying that day to be with My valentine! :smiley:

Hopefully I will be having so much fun skiing that I won’t remember what day it is.

<sigh> All I want is to go through the entire day without SO getting sad about all the Valentine’s he spent with his ex. Never ever ever get involved with a man going through a messy divorce… even long after the fact it rears it’s ugly head up.

I’m easy to please. I’d be happy if he’d just give me flowers (roses preferred, but any others are acceptable), take me out to eat somewhere that doesn’t serve their food wrapped in tin foil or cardboard, then maybe out dancing. You know, what used to be considered a DATE before we became old married folks. That would be sooo nice.