@Elizabth_Bennet: I agree one hundred percent. Someone who can hold your head and stroke your hair and whisper comforting things in your ear while you're in violent extremis is a true gem worth hanging onto. That's romance, when it means the most.
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I want a man who loves the same funny shows and movies that I do, and sends me text messages of funny lines from them. And I also want a man with strong hands who can rub my shoulders until I melt into a puddle. that's all. and I have him already, so life seems pretty good.
@andromache: consider yourself lucky dear. the closest thing i got to a massage was in brookstone using one of the handheld back massagers on my neck and shoulders.
I am not into expensive jewelry or sappy poetry. The thing is, women are not all the same. We are not a safe with a secret code.
I like going for a bike-ride with you, making ice cream sundaes and watching Dateline with you, singing annoying commercial jingles in the car with you, and making funny faces together.
I consider it romance when my boyfriend makes me a tray of brownies and then doesn't laugh when I lay in bed eating them with a fork out of the pan. I dunno who wants poetry, but I prefer baked goods.
@sassy: For Valentine's my boyfriend made these dark chocolate brownies with a layer of buttercream frosting topped with a layer of bittersweet chocolate. NOM!
@emilyanne: Indeed--I'm too Irish (read: british but worse) to feel comfortable with romantic gestures. Maybe British men are less romantic because British women get all squirmy and uncomfortable with stupid gestures? Romance makes me puke in my mouth a little. Most romantic gift I ever got: a little miniature 1941 model Soviet T-34 tank. Mr Rah knows me so well.
The idea of a boyfriend writing me love poetry and songs makes me cringe. And I don't want to be surprised by a vacation. I have a very busy schedule! I need to know these things in advance!
I think I just realized why I don't have a boyfriend. I must be missing the romantic gene.
@Sputnik_Sweetheart: I actually agree. I think the problem (and maybe the appeal) with a lot of these "romantic gestures" is that they are either impractical or incredibly overdone. The silly thing is that someone is trying to quantify romance and how romantic a group of men is by seeing how often they draw baths, buy flowers, etc. Plus, this whole article just reveals how deeply ingrained old school notions of romance still are in our culture.
I had a friend in high school who got a note from a guy who had a crush on her. The opening line was, "You remind me of a strawberry Pop-Tart melting in the microwave." Yeah.
@save jinger: Uh, it's only the indie-est, cutest movie OF THE CENTURY!
(It was on Jez earlier today, and the whole pop-tart thing totally sounds like something Zack Braff would say to his love interest Alanis Morissette in a movie like that)
I wish I could get Mr. JB to believe this. He mopes when he doesn't have money to spend on me--not that we ever really have much--and I'd way rather he thought up interesting things to do, or wrote me funny/sexy/romantic emails/texts, or knew what to do when I was crying without my having to tell him.
@emilyanne: Yeah. I was married to a Brit and am dating one now. And . . . yep, that's about it. Whatever happened to the Cary Grants and David Nivens?
Señor Ailatan is a Brit (an Englishman, by the way) I had to give him hints of the things I like done for me, sometimes I fish for compliments but he's lovely in many other respects, so I don't think it's such a big deal.
I wish people actually believed this. The guy who I am smitten with right now takes me out and spends a lot of money but is kind of "meh" when we're not together and all I wanna say is.. "you never have to spend another dime on me if you just say some sweet things over AIM/text/phone once in a while." Ha.
Mixed tapes are clichey? Then I should really stop obsessing about the one my co-worker gave me. At the very least, I should stop wearing it on a chain around my neck.
I must be the odd duck because I would rather be wooed with expensive gifts/cars/etc. than with kisses and stupid poems/songs/baths. The thought behind a non-gift/cheap gift doesn't count with me. You'd better give me something expensive and/or nice.
@Evie Havok: But fancy cars that go very fast, you know they never last, no no. And satin sheets are very romantic, but what happens when you're not in bed?
@Evie Havok: I love expensive things too, but I'd be mortified if my boyfriend got me something expensive right now-- we're grad students. A night of dancing in his apartment to jazz by the light of a candle would be equally romantic, and more reasonable.
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I like going for a bike-ride with you, making ice cream sundaes and watching Dateline with you, singing annoying commercial jingles in the car with you, and making funny faces together.
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No, Women like them to masturbate.
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I think I just realized why I don't have a boyfriend. I must be missing the romantic gene.
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So, romance is not dead yet, ladies.
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Hah, aw. See, I would just melt at that. I love weird descriptions.
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(It was on Jez earlier today, and the whole pop-tart thing totally sounds like something Zack Braff would say to his love interest Alanis Morissette in a movie like that)
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aaaand now i want breakfast.
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Our eyes met across a crowded bar/
I looked at you and thought that's a bint who'll go far/
yeah far from you my mates said as I downed another drink/
i ignored them and shot you a cheeky wink/
get your coat love, you've pulled, i charmingly said/
And then we went home and christened the bed/
In the morning my hangover made my heart sink /
so i said to you come on darlin lets go for a drink/
we went down to the boozer and sank a few bevvies/
so now will you be my girlfriend forevvy and evey?
(With deep apologies, particularly for the last line)
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