What is Romance???

[Lady Macbeth]

Since I am a romantic Lady at heart; Maybe I can get you to define what romance is. Is it buying her a dozen roses on a normal day of the year? Is it taking her fishing and helping her to bait the hook? Maybe it is going to the movies, going to dinner or how bout this?? Maybe romance is digging a huge hole out in the back yard, filling it with water and making a mud swimming hole for just the 2 of you leaving open ideas of what to do in this swimming hole! HHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!! Tell me! What is your definiton of romance?

 

[Never]

Romance is using silk scarves instead of hemp to tie her down and have my way with her.

 

[BlondeBeauty]

And who says romance is dead?

 

[Never]

Romance is not dead - she's just laying very still right now cause she knows I love sleepy girls.
That and the fact that I knocked her out, in a perfectly innocent way of course.

 

[BlondeBeauty]

Can I be next? Pick me! Pick me!

LMAO

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Romance is using silk scarves instead of hemp to tie her down and have my way with her.

a man after my own heart...*sigh*

Seriously though, romance has always been that unqualified something that's either there or it isn't. It's born out of love. One of the most romantic things anyone ever did for me was to bring me chicken. Seriously!!
Hubby and I were on one of our first dates (we went with his family to the zoo...his two daughters, my son and his parents, sisters and niece). We had a great time, our kids got acquainted and we got re-acquainted (we'd dated years before in high school).
After a day gawking at animals, we went to one of those buffet style restaurants. We got the kids' plates and our own and sat down, but the girls wanted to go to the bathroom. I made like 4 trips (of course they couldn't go at the same time!!!) and when I finally sat down, my food was cold and hubby-to-be was going for dessert. When he came back, he had his dessert - and a big piece of hot fried chicken for me.
I've always remembered that and it's what swayed me when he asked me to marry him not long after.

Romance doesn't have to be flowers and Valentine's day It's just an expression of love.

 

[Ian1]

My definition of romance is hard to descirbe. It is not an event, but a shared moment, when everything is perfect and two people are completly with one another. Nothing else matters, and at that moment all seems happy. And by that definition, romance is very fleeting, as a moment cannot be presevered for long.

 

[BlondeBeauty]

Bragger.


No, I'm not jealous. Me? Never.

Congratulations, Countess. Sounds like you married your Prince Charming

 

[CelestialBody]

Never

 

[Countess DeWinter]

how 'bout kindred spirit then?

*mumbling to self* go for gender neutral!! no more assuming...!

 

[bulld]

how 'bout kindred spirit then?

*mumbling to self* go for gender neutral!! no more assuming...!

But it is so much fun finding out who's what sex!!! Romance is doing whatever it takes to make your partner happy and aroused. If that is reading (or writing) poetry to them or setting up a rendevous at a local motel.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Never is definately female, all woman from the tips of her toes to the tip of her nose. That brain of hers though, well that is just one of those awe inspiring things that comes up with most astoundingly odd things at the oddest of times. Can't help but love her.

 

[Latina]

We have a book called 1001 Ways to Be Romantic. This book says romance isn't a single act of a moment, but a daily lifestyle choice that BOTH partners make. Caring enough about a person to do something nice for him/her without expecting anything in return, and even if the nice thing isn't even noticed at first. It doesn't have to be flowers or a romantic dinner, it can be apologizing when you were wrong, or forgiving your partner rather than staying angry. Romance can be doing the mundane chores together: house cleaning, dishes, laundry. Making soup for your partner who has a cold. Throwing your arms around him/her, happy to see he/she made it home safely from work. Buying a gift when it ISN't a birthday or holiday, just because. The nice thing about LIVING a life of romance is, even though you do this out of love, and you don't do it with the expectation of getting anything in return, it pays HUGE dividends back to you anyway, in SO many big and small ways. It is the "living happily ever after" of fairy tales, translated into daily existence.

Well, that's what romance means to us.

-- Latina

 

[Guest]

KillerMuffin:
"That brain of hers though, well that is just one of those awe inspiring things that comes up with most astoundingly odd things at the oddest of times. Can't help but love her."

*sniffles* You love me. You really, really love me!

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*waits for everyone to look away*
*slips you the twenty*
Okay, how much for you to tell that to my mother?

 

[Endlessly]

Last year. March 8th, I believe, around 2 AM. Days Inn, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.

I was lying in bed next to Himself; we'd just come from the main room where everyone had been sitting around drinking cherry brandy and bitching about how it tasted like cough syrup, saying that was the last time we bought alcohol just because it had a pretty bottle. Himself bought it, actually, so it came back to our room with us. He offered to buy me a can of sprite to mix it with, and I declined, saying I'd just have a sip of his. He laughed and said we sounded like an old married couple. We stayed curled up together for about an hour, watching professional wrestling (he explained it to me) and occasionally teasing me about how I needed to dirnk more so he could take advantage of me.

I don't know why, it's not the typical silk sheets and roses, but that always struck me as a very romantic evening.. Quiet banter, sparse nightclothes, and cuddling.

 

[TN_Vixen]

(haven't read responses)

Romance is:

a look, a touch.. a connection with another.
the joy of seeing them smile
an unexpected tear when their lips trail across your skin
a phone call
rain on a tin roof as you cuddle beneath the quilts on a cold night
the way he smiles at you just so
when he grabs your hand and squeezes it for no reason