Pinky;544272 wrote: In light of the approaching holiday of St Valentine, I thought I'd get out of cynical Pinks mode for a while and join in...what's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you?
I was taken on a Mystery Trip by a female aquaintance some 40 miles, stopping at a nice hotel in the mountains on the premise of seeing friends.
She obtained a key for the room at the front desk saying that she wanted to surprise these friends. Upon entering the candle lit room and seeing a ice bucket with champange and chocolate coated strawberries it dawned on me that I had been set up. It was a fantastic evening. The female aquaintance later became my wife.
The first year we grew sunflowers, the hubby surprised me with a bouquet of one's he'd picked. I was so surprised and happy he'd done something so thoughtful.
"Girls are crazy! I'm not ever getting married, I can make my own sandwiches!"
My ex fiance and came over on a Saturday and my son was doing a report on Maine and whale watching, this was 4 years ago, within hours he had contacted my boss got me 10 days vacation and said be ready we leave in the morning!!!!!
My girlfriend once held a supriise party for me in a pub that I used to go and play traditional Irish music sessions in, she had the whole place done up romantic for me, and she got mine and her relatives there, some from other countries, it was pretty cool I have to admit, she was a romantic soul and she cared. :-4
But that was then, and this is now, things change, I am happier with frodo and the river. :-6
"We are never so happy, never so unhappy, as we imagine"
Le Rochefoucauld.
"A smack in the face settles all arguments, then you can move on kid."
Many years ago, I told this guy that I wished I could be in Florida. It was winter, and so cold in New York. That night when I arrived home. 5 dozen daffodils had been delivered from the florist. The card said " Heres some sunshine for you, until you can get down south.
Another one is that my husband used to cut lilacs before he left for work, and leave them in a glass next to where I was sleeping. The smell would wake me up, and they were the first thing I would see.
I went to a reunion of former students of my old boarding school, a few years ago. Of all people, who was there? An old girlfriend of mine, (actually the first I'd ever had!) We're talking 1967 here, folks.
I can only guess that she had read a copy of an autobiography I'd written and self-published and, thanks to that, she knew about all the troubles I'd been through since I left that school. She must have figured the nicest thing she could do for me, and which would really cheer me up, was to make me feel like I was the only man in the world. So, that's exactly what she did! God Bless Her! I'm so glad I met her 40 years ago!
I would have given a gazillion dollars to get in the sack with her, but out of respect for her current marriage to someone else, I didn't even ask her for that. (I'm sure she would have said no, anyway.)
Do you know what's ironic? Not long after that weekend, I read in some magazine somewhere that sex doesn't have to be involved in order for intimacy to occur in a relationship.
One valentines day I finished work and went home to find hubby making tea, he'd run me a bath, put candles round the bathroom, left me chocs, a glass of wine and my book ready for me to have a nice long soak. (quite impressive for Mr Unromantic 1997)
He bought me gloves and surprised me with them. I always have cold, dry hands in the winter and without a word said to him, he gave me pink gloves to keep me warm.