Let's talk romance.

Even as a guy, I do like romance but it's sometimes not necessarily reciprocated or really completely understood by the fairer sex, at least in some of my experiences. A true hopeless romantic I guess!
 
Even as a guy, I do like romance but it's sometimes not necessarily reciprocated or really completely understood by the fairer sex, at least in some of my experiences. A true hopeless romantic I guess!

I got flowers delivered to my office by my lady after a week of me being sick. I send her flowers. We do couples massages and I sometimes get mani\pedis with her. It's a wonderful connection
 
As a man, romance is a gaggy word. It's all tied up with expectations and unlikely scenarios. Force me to perform and jump through those little romantic hoops, like a tiny dog with a funny hat. I am not romantic. I don't do the flowers, mushy cards, candy or jewelry. Fuck valentines day too. Her birthday is no more special than mine and we are past the age of 6. It's just another day. Being told to do those things only leads to a disingenuous prepared act. Those aren't signs of love. They are signs of relationship servitude.

I dont do things to show love. Love needs no trinkets. I don't give flowers, yet she will have a fresh vase of lilacs everytime I pass a good bush. I know lilacs are her favorite, even tho she's allergic as hell to flowers. Mushy cards? No! I don't need someone else to write down what I feel. I do that some mornings and stick it to her curling iron. No third party needed for real words. No candy. I will make her the lemon chiffon cake she's been craving for a month on a Sunday afternoon. Fortunately, I can cook and bake my ass off. I show love to everyone I cook for on a nightly basis. Jewelry isn't a big thing. When we got together I had enough money to maybe buy her a 25 cent chicken ring from a grocery store machine. But the one ring I saw her admire in a second hand store made its way to her finger. It was a couple years later, but it's there now, it never comes off. And do you know what's great?? I want to celebrate and give her as awesome of a birthday that I can. Not because she requires it, requests it, or expects it. Because I want to. I know it brings her joy. She beams from the inside out. I like that. It makes me feel good knowing she's happy. That's where my "romance" comes from. Don't even call it that. I'm am certainly NOT saying I'm someone special. I can be an asshole, arrogant at times, pig headed. But she knows I respect her to the end and back. How does she know? Cause, I open my mouth and tell her.
 
I got flowers delivered to my office by my lady after a week of me being sick. I send her flowers. We do couples massages and I sometimes get mani\pedis with her. It's a wonderful connection

LMAO - sure you do.
 
a poem written from his heart, a footrub if they're aching, planting a tree together which we'll watch grow and fruit over the years, getting me a card & a surprise for my birthday (since, till now, he's never been a one for doing birthdays and it's kind of important to me), bringing me in a flower from the garden to put in my hair, offering to light a scented candle when i'm soaking in the bath ... so many small things

probably the most romantic thing to date was my silver pendant: he wears the mirror image of mine, his own design, and used it to make the mold to pour in molten silver from his own stash, then had it engraved and sent to me as a sign of his love to me before we got engaged.

I'm glad you like those things! Most of that stuff just wouldn't appeal to me.:rose:
 
I got flowers delivered to my office by my lady after a week of me being sick. I send her flowers. We do couples massages and I sometimes get mani\pedis with her. It's a wonderful connection

Nice! I gave my flowers to my ex once. They went over like a lead balloon.
 
As a man, romance is a gaggy word. It's all tied up with expectations and unlikely scenarios. Force me to perform and jump through those little romantic hoops, like a tiny dog with a funny hat. I am not romantic. I don't do the flowers, mushy cards, candy or jewelry. Fuck valentines day too. Her birthday is no more special than mine and we are past the age of 6. It's just another day. Being told to do those things only leads to a disingenuous prepared act. Those aren't signs of love. They are signs of relationship servitude.

I dont do things to show love. Love needs no trinkets. I don't give flowers, yet she will have a fresh vase of lilacs everytime I pass a good bush. I know lilacs are her favorite, even tho she's allergic as hell to flowers. Mushy cards? No! I don't need someone else to write down what I feel. I do that some mornings and stick it to her curling iron. No third party needed for real words. No candy. I will make her the lemon chiffon cake she's been craving for a month on a Sunday afternoon. Fortunately, I can cook and bake my ass off. I show love to everyone I cook for on a nightly basis. Jewelry isn't a big thing. When we got together I had enough money to maybe buy her a 25 cent chicken ring from a grocery store machine. But the one ring I saw her admire in a second hand store made its way to her finger. It was a couple years later, but it's there now, it never comes off. And do you know what's great?? I want to celebrate and give her as awesome of a birthday that I can. Not because she requires it, requests it, or expects it. Because I want to. I know it brings her joy. She beams from the inside out. I like that. It makes me feel good knowing she's happy. That's where my "romance" comes from. Don't even call it that. I'm am certainly NOT saying I'm someone special. I can be an asshole, arrogant at times, pig headed. But she knows I respect her to the end and back. How does she know? Cause, I open my mouth and tell her.

Wonderful!
 
Nice! I gave my flowers to my ex once. They went over like a lead balloon.

It was pretty cool. Totally unexpected. We went to a movie opening tonight. Romance is wonderful with the dirty parts mingled in.
 
I got flowers delivered to my office by my lady after a week of me being sick. I send her flowers. We do couples massages and I sometimes get mani\pedis with her. It's a wonderful connection

With your kind of fire, throwing gas on it doesn't really work anymore.

Cool story though. Sounds "wonderful".
 
It was pretty cool. Totally unexpected. We went to a movie opening tonight. Romance is wonderful with the dirty parts mingled in.

I can't wait to read the confidences you'll disclose about her when she inevitably figures you out and dumps you.
 
I can't wait to read the confidences you'll disclose about her when she inevitably figures you out and dumps you.

The dummy got banned on purpose AGAIN, lil lace. I'm not the one who started this bullshit but I damn sure ended it.
 
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