I guess I don’t really do “romance.” in the typical way. But, I was in school and I was seeing this guy and he was in the thick of a project that involve a lot of details, a lot of decisions and a lot of people to deal with and I went by to check on him and see how he was doing and he was so stressed out, visibly stressed; it was like all the atoms in his body were in over-drive and we bouncing around inside of him.

I let him get back to work and didn’t say where I was going and then went down the street to our favorite ice cream shop and got him his favorite: a hand-made chocolate milkshake and brought it to him. When I handed it to him he just got this absolutely huge smile on his face and I could almost see the stress exit his body. He told me it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. I don’t know about that, but it sure did make him happy and de-stressed him. I guess it was romantic, maybe, because it just made him so happy and made him feel good and made him feel like someone cared about him and understood him. And that’s really the purpose of romance, I think, even though it may not look like romance on the surface. That’s the best I’ve got. I’m not all that good at romance.

I think you get the true meaning of romance, @lillycoyote.

Not really the most romantic thing I’ve done but one of the top ones certainly…
I flew 1,300+ miles and climbed through her window up four flights of fire escape at midnight to surprise her for Christmas. I was wearing a Santa hat. She was pretty damn pleased. You can guess what happened next.

@bkcunningham I guess I’m my father’s daughter when it comes to romance. My dad wasn’t romantic in the flowers, candlelight and rose petal way, but he loved my mom. She used to love to take baths. They relaxed her, it was her “me” time, her time to get away from it all. And she didn’t complain but one time she mentioned to my father that it did get a little chilly in the bathroom sometimes, so one weekend he ripped out everything, the tile, the drywall, re-insulated the bathroom, redid the whole damn thing so she would be more comfortable and it wouldn’t be so chilly. That was an act of pure love, pure romance, in my mind. Just because it might involve power tools and spackling (and chocolate milkshakes) instead of flowers and candlelight doesn’t mean it’s not romance, I guess.

I’m pretty sure my husband would say…... surprise blowjob.

Slap a boy.

I went to a jewlery store to buy him an alliance ring. It had carved in symbols that meant different things. We are not together today, but he was the closest to love i ever got. I wrapped his present in a little silver box, jumped on an airplane, and headed to rio de janeiro. That same night, we laid there in his hammock, and i cited him a poem while giving him his ring. He still wares it :)

He still wears the ring. It must be beautiful, @Sher_King.

Why thank you @bkcunningham i appreciate it :)

You are welcome, @Sher_King.

There is a sort of magic in the way I slow dance, and it’s reserved for those who’s hearts I want to capture. The kiss at the end of the dance seals the deal.