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This was way back before we were actually we officially but he was hungry and broke and working and I have $5.00 so I told him I would meet him for supper.
I did meet him and I had stopped at Jack in the Box and got 2 jumbo jacks, 2 tacos and one drink.
We sat in my 1986 Olds Calais (the one we called the hooshmobile) and I lit a tea light candle, not in a holder just a tea light candle and we had supper by candlelight in the parking lot of an old gasoline station that had closed in Sauget, Illinois around 11:00 pm.
I think it's significant that so many of our "most romantic moments" are during simple and trying times. It goes to show how little money really matters when it comes to warming our hearts.
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He invited me to hang out with his friends meanwhile his cousin, brother and his wife were there to decide if I was girlfriend material.I was.It was nice while it lasted.....he always had flowers when he picked me up.
Most romantic thing a girl ever did was after I broke up with her was put sugar in my gas tank. Never knew she cared so much for me till I broke up with her.
Most romantic thing a girl ever did was after I broke up with her was put sugar in my gas tank. Never knew she cared so much for me till I broke up with her.
Thank you for reviving an old thread to share something totally off topic.
never really had many romantic things for myself so cant answer this one , so just wondering what has been the most romantic thing you have done or a partner has done?
The day that my fiance' and I went from long time , close friends, to a couple, without a doubt, was the most "romantic" thing I've ever experienced. It started as just plain, fun. We were making dinner, I was preparing the meat for the grill, she was on the other side of the kitchen, behind the island, and she went into one of her silly spells, throwing an olive and bouncing it off my noggin.
I turned around., and there she was, an impish look on her cutest of faces, and then she does this little dance she does when she's in a good mood, then ups the ante, and flips a spoon full of sour cream, pasting it to my shirtfront. As she's doing her silly dance., again. I responded with a piece of avacado (I think it was avacado ) which she dodged.and I started chasing her around the kitchen, and we just trashed the place., laughing so hard our sides split.
We ended up standing in the middle of this mess having our first, real kiss. No, it didn't end up like something out of Penthouse forum. But things went from a bout of playful , plumb silly., wacky childish play, to the most intense and passionate kiss, I have ever experienced, and I knew, we both knew, we were hopelessly, totally in Love. Its a moment I will cherish forever.
Okay this isn't really so romantic, per se, it was just a really sweet memory in my relationship.
So I have this quirk of mine where I like to wash dishes with the water running as hot as possible. Same thing with showers. I always turn the knob all the way. Because I've been doing this my whole life, I'm pretty much immune to the hot water. Initial contact doesn't hurt or anything like that.
I also love washing dishes. So every night, after I'd cook dinner, I'd ask my boyfriend to wash dishes with me. This was like a 30-45 minute period where we could just talk about things and I really enjoyed it. It would be just me and him, washing dishes and enjoying each others' company. The problem was, he would constantly burn himself. He would always get absentminded, reach over for a dish or soap, and his hand would run under the water. Every single time. We kept trying to make it work. I would try to keep an eye on him so he wouldn't touch the water. We tried washing dishes with lukewarm water, but I hated it. Eventually, we gave up and I just started washing dishes alone.
He would stand by the doorway and talk to me while I washed, but it wasn't really as nice anymore. He could tell that I really missed doing the dishes together. It was really silly, but it was time together that I felt was taken away.
So one day, I was doing the dishes, like any other night, when he came in and started washing with me. I was surprised because he stuck his hand in the scorching hot water and didn't even flinch. I kept asking him how he was doing that. He wouldn't tell me. We did dishes every night from that day forward.
Eventually, I found out that while I was cleaning the kitchen, he would sneak into the bathroom and put his hands under the sink. He'd slowly start turning the knob until it was all the way on hot. He would sit there and get used to the heat, until it didn't bother him anymore. Then he would come out and do the dishes with me.
It wasn't exactly romantic or a grand gesture, but it meant the world to me. It was little things like that that made me realize how lucky I was.
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