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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Let's talk romance. In honour of the forthcoming Valentine's festivities which I'm sure you'll all be observing with enormous preparation and enthusiasm, what's the most romantic thing you've ever done?
*produces notepad, waits eagerly*
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:02, 13 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
I sewed my then boyfriend a stuffed toy. It was rather awesome, if I may say so myself.
I also drew him a picture. As I have no art skillz, it was drawn like a 5 year old. Intentionally.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:04, Reply)
Genuinely. I wish I had any kind of creative ability
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:07, Reply)
and then writing "aged 38 and a half" after it.
it was funny the first time.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:08, Reply)
featuring a love poem by 11th Century Arabic poet Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:05, Reply)
I suppose the card was encased in an envelope made from authentic 11th Century Arabic silk, too
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:09, Reply)
Few men have been wiser. He'd have my doggy dilemma sorted in seconds, and probably in exquisite verse.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:43, Reply)
you really have to know your audience i reckon.
the worst thing i did was to get the address of the teacher i really fancied (he banked at natwest. i had a holiday job there. i am not proud of this. although i was at the time.) and send him a val card and a book of poetry. someone asked him in the lesson if he had received any cards and he told us all about it, saying it was years since he'd had a mystery card and he had no idea who it was from... how my friends and i did not laugh or go red remains a mystery to this day.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:06, Reply)
Not something I can easily replicate and claim as my own romantic gesture, however
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:08, Reply)
but nothing can compare to the heart thumping burning all consuming crushes you have in your teens. god that was fun.
now it's all "he makes me come like a train but can he pay the mortgage" or "i wonder if my dad will like him or terrify him" or "i wonder if he's fertile or sterile" or "he really is too old to be quite this monumentally shit in the sack"...
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:10, Reply)
- like a train - once every few hours, but never at the time you'd like, and no (less "can't", more "won't")
- both
- no idea, EU restrictions prevent me from breeding
- I know, I know. Give me a minute and I'll try again
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:26, Reply)
therefore you are off my list. but otherwise, nice try.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:28, Reply)
but i'm the closest thing to one on here, and i say that the evidence against this statement is overwhelming
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:12, Reply)
Which is deeply creepy and highly illegal.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:13, Reply)
i was the office work experience gimp, i didn't have access to any records! i was just asked to stuff envelopes with flyers for customers, i knew which part of stockport he lived in because he had told us, he had an unusual surname, and when i saw that he was on the list, i just memorised it.
that is NOT the same as going onto the computer with the deliberate intention of looking up someone's medical and address history, you remain substantially creepier than i am.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:16, Reply)
gives the lie to that statement.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:12, Reply)
now i know he likes teh cock i have finally gotten over him.
15 years later.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:17, Reply)
You have RUINED my point with your up-to-date knowledge of his sexual proclivities.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:21, Reply)
and secondly, like the proclivities would stop the stalking.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:23, Reply)
You're either a bumder, a liar, or just not very romantic.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:10, Reply)
I don't believe any man is truely romantic for the sake of it, we only do it to make the other half happy for for access to her spam purse.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:13, Reply)
I'm romantic for the sake of a happy girlfriend, and consequently a quiet life. And occasional access to the aforementioned purse
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:19, Reply)
I don't know. I did 'home-make' a Valentine's card once but it looked a bit Blue-Petery and the pritt-stick wouldn't hold all the glitter on properly. Oh, I took the then g/f to the Blue Elephant in Fulham once. That's quite a romantic Thai. Don't know if it's still there.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:10, Reply)
Decor: 10/10
Food: 5/10
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:16, Reply)
are for people with money but no fucking idea.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:24, Reply)
but a bit 'meh' if you ask me. I've only been to the West End one.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:29, Reply)
this is an actually restaurant not a poor atmept to lure you into my sex dungeon
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:45, Reply)
is for people with money but no fucking idea. Shit transport links; The Fulham Palace Road is like Compton yet the sub-Chelsea yaaah's will shell out half a mill for a shoe-box. Morons. I left London long, long ago when my thighs were gazelle-like in their length and grace and my wife's anus was as a finely seasoned slice of calamari.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:49, Reply)
it wasn't actually that romantic because we were sat next to a coven of cackling, hate-filled hags having a kind of anti-valentine's celebration, moaning about men, relationships etc etc.
I wanted to stuff them in wells and use their skins as freaky, ersatz cocoons by the time the mains arrived.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:23, Reply)
My long-distance girlfriend at the time was really ill in bed. We normally only got to see each other at weekends, but one wednesday I took 2.5 hours worth of trains to get to hers, let myself in and while she slept I prepared dinner, did some tidying up and then gently woke her for dinner in bed.
I then spent as long as I could with her, tending to her every need, before getting the last train back home.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:11, Reply)
is that not romantic? Fucking hell. Lucky girl.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:29, Reply)
Though I did bring her sweets and flowers, and some less romantic food essentials.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:34, Reply)
or met him, or heard of him.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:37, Reply)
I did turn up at the boy friend's house in nothing but a thong, corset and thigh-highs under a big coat for his birthday though.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:12, Reply)
when she got there he had about 5 mates watching the rugby and they were all leathered. they kept asking her why she didn't take her coat off and in the end she stormed home again.
she also tried to replicate the "dirty dancing" sex scene, but he just complained that she was making him dizzy walking around him in circles.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:14, Reply)
It's all downhill from here.
Ahahaha, proof that real life is not the same as movies. Poor girl.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:15, Reply)
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:22, Reply)
Which is a testament to both my dancing and bedroom skills
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:30, Reply)
I'm saying I'm crap in bed but good at dancing. And that she'd prefer it this way round.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:38, Reply)
Oh, you meant the second bit.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:18, Reply)
Turned up at her boyfriends in a long coat, high heels, stockings, suspenders, corset, you name it. Bless him, he was too shocked to know what to do, haha.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:23, Reply)
You did say I could name it.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:32, Reply)
except in order to do so, I had to get changed in a train toilet 10 minutes from Bangor train station, and managed to flash a dirty old man when I dropped my bag coming out of the toilet, and spent the next ten minutes being very uncomfortably aware that he was touching himself and staring at me.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 15:16, Reply)
*breathes*
hahahahahahahahaha!
*breathes*
hahahahahahahahaha!
*breathes*
hahahahahahahahaha!
/passes out
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 15:23, Reply)
once I did get a plate of chocolate covered strawberries which was nice and romantic I suppose, but I felt something more along the lines of mortification
here is a recipe don't think you need the double boiler, the nazi I live with just uses the microwave
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:16, Reply)
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You are so beautiful,
I want to wear your skin
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:24, Reply)
I had to look up the structure on the interwebs for I am a dullard at poetry. Which possibly explains why it took me two days of agonising to get it done.
"That was very nice." was the response.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:30, Reply)
no word of a lie. She loved it. That was a surprise.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:32, Reply)
I'm shit at the whole romance thing
(, Mon 7 Feb 2011, 14:48, Reply)
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