How do you romance? ( Archived) (30)

Sometimes, on rare occasions, us blokes do know how to pull some good stuff.

Allow me to brag a tad, and then it’s your turn, OK?

Some years ago I was in Thailand with an X

Zillions of opportunities to do something romantic there, done it way too little in my life, I must admit, because guys, no matter how much you do it, it’s always way too little. And somehow you think that simply by being in Thailand is enough, which is rubbish really.

So, one evening I tell her that we will try something new. I get her to this Italian restaurant and say that we will order food for each other, and we will make it a surprise. I tell the waitress, so she is in on it. When ordering we just point at the menu so the other one will not know, appetizers, drinks, the lot.

I didn’t think of it as romantic when I got the crazy idea, not until I saw the glow in her eyes. She was so friggin’ happy the whole night, over basically nothing really. No effort, I mean.

I guess it was the time we spent thinking about what the other person would like to have, thinking about the other person’s genuine taste.

So, what do you do, when was the last time, and what was it?

I usually romance with $50.00 currencies!! With the women here in St Petersburg...that gets me a week of romance

A poetic cowboy!

Last time would be two years ago.

I took my guy to Paris.

But we found this delightful little cafe, looking at the tower, called Chez Francis....

And whilst we there I filmed him, on my camera, looking at the people, talking about his childhood, his mum, his brothers and his ex wife.

I say his ex wife, because it took him so long to be able to forgive himself for his behaviour towards her.

It was on that trip and that film that he was able to forgive him and his actions.

True grounded love is hard to find. Romance? Oh that is the easy bit.

Sadly, that relationship never worked out...

But life is a lesson, ongoing and journey.

Sweetheart, once the OP and your lovely self finally get over the bashfuls and meet, the spontaneity and romance that flourishes from such a divine union, will fill the world to the brim with the excess Love from your consortium and everyone will hear the divine essence of romance in every single part of their day.
So no more dilly dallying get to it I could use the help here....

A company I worked for, I had loads of representatives visiting, from various countries. Cyprus, Romania, Portugal, US, Canada and some more. On the last day of their visit, I’m taking them out for a meal.

On that very night, the one I was living with at the time, it was her birthday, and even though we hadn’t planned any family gathering, or anything special, sitting with these guys wasn’t the most romantic idea. She assured me that she’s OK with it, though, and appreciates the circumstances, joined us, but I prepared a surprise.

I head in a couple of hours earlier. I bought eleven big yellow roses* and one big red rose. I ask the staff to help me stick one yellow rose under the table, in front of each guest, except where she’ll be sat. I also ask the staff to keep two of the yellow roses. I prepare the guests that it’s her birthday, decide an order, and on my signal the first one brings forth a yellow rose, gives it to her and wishes her a happy birthday. The second yellow rose about 2 minutes after that, then the first one from the staff 2 minutes after that, and another from the staff 2 minutes after that, and finally the remaining 7 from the guests all at once. When things have settled a bit, I give her the twelfth, the red rose.

* Don’t know if this is different from country to country, but over here a yellow rose is supposed to be a sign of friendship.

Just remembered another one

I was in Brazil once with a then girlfriend. Shift of the millennium, it was. New Year had passed and we remained for great fun. Renting a beach buggy and driving along endless dunes of the shore. Spending noon’s at café’s watching as old couples walked the boardwalk hand in hand. She sipping Caipirinha, I a Brahma. Sharing smiles and jokes with the young lads of no more than 12-14 years they be, hitting on her, charm her like only Latino’s can.

One day, I decided I wanted to do something for her. We took aim at a shopping centre, and I said I wanted to buy her a summer dress of my choice. My choice only.

I invested quite some time for this task, found plenty which were OK, but I wanted it to be perfect.

Suddenly, as we walked past a shop so little it might have been easily missed, there it was. A black fabric very delicate, adorned with flowers towards beige, light, ending right below the knees, revealing a tad of her back, much of her shoulders.

It rested so perfect on her body, it must have been created only for her. She refused at first due to the price, but a refusal was not to be had that day.

That dress, she cherished it more than any other piece of clothing. Sometimes I would ask her to wear it, because I found her perfect to become beyond perfect in it, I told her. And she would shine.

It’s very simple, not much of a quest, really, to invest the time to buy a piece of clothing for your woman.
It’s not the same thing to buy one and come home with, what I’m talking about here is she there with you, watching as you do this act of love for her.

It’s funny, I just remembered. My father once lived in Paris. Years gone by, he wanted to venture back, sentimentality and all. I and he took off. Upon closing in on the day when we would head home, something must be purchased to mother, he said. He asked me what, and I said: We are in Paris, bring a dress from Paris.