Yeah but not good at maintaining it for more than 7yrs :|

I'm ok if you find cash romantic.

I just spit my drink out over this one

I think I use to be, and could be with the right person (the last too we're not right) I'm rusty and should probably work on it. Lacking in romance but not in passion.

I find cash very romantic !!!!! hahaha A femme with cash would be romantic past my wildest dreams. lol

Hmm Romantic! I can empty the dishwasher, make the bed, mop the floor, do any number of everyday chores and Red smiles and says that's why I love you!

I'm an innovative romantic. It's important to me to make my lady feel special but I don't like to run with the crowd. I may produce the traditional bouquet of red roses once but then it's been done.

Seeking ways to surprise and delight my girl in ways that are unique and meaningful to her gives me much satisfaction.

I would even extend it out to say that romance is a part of my identity. It came with the Butch Chivalry pack and is a facet of myself I feel honoured to have the chance to use.

I am usually a hormone driven romantic. There are occasions when I surprise myself and wonder where that came from.

I'm very romantic in my own way. I dont really go for the whole hollywood romantic stuff, that kind of seems a bit put on. But I love to cook for someone and I love giving massages and hugs and kisses and snuggles. Thats my version of romantic. And occasionally let the other person choose whats on tv, it doesnt get more romantic than that:p Now if only I had someone to be romantic with...

I've thought about this a bit more. I don't like formulaic romance. I like goofy, sarcastic and yet sincere under the humour.

The reason I don't like chivalry type romance is because that is what that person does for *everyone* they have been on a date with.

And I don't like that. I like original, humour based, cocky/selfdepricating sweet jokes. Like for instance on butch I really liked, when we played truth or dare, I dared her to put a cucumber down her trousers and take a pic of it. Her response was to get a mate to go out to the cherry trees that were snowing pink petals, lay in a big lawn of them, and pulled out said cucumber out of her fly, hanging out, while posing in a cocky, yet self silly way, rolling around in cherry blossoms.

That, is fucking brilliant. And it made me totally soften.

Or, when I was very down, talking to one of my partners on skype, she was naked from the waist up, wrapped in Saran Wrap to heal a scarification on her diaphragm area, she grabbed her motorcycle helmet, stuck it on her head and moved the camera In front of a giant painting she had of the moon and pretended to float around half naked in Saran Wrap yelling "I'm a space maasaaaaan!"

That totally made me fall in love with her on the spot.

When I met my exwife, came up to me at a party and told me I should try some flats she had stolen out of her mates closet as my feet looked sore. I told her flats give me a rash and she should wear them. So she did. She put on these gold ballet slipper and pioretted around the kitchen in front of everyone, then danced down the hallway. I thought "what an arse! I like her!" Then she came back and curtseyd in front of me. Sarcastically.
"Great." I said "now do that in these." And kicked my stilettos off in front of her. She picked up one of my shoes, stuck her face in it, inhaled deeply (I grinned and laughed) then She pulled all kinds of ass out Betty Grable style poses and generally acted like a clown.
I went to a squat rave with her after the party and bought her beer. She teased the fuck out of me/was a smart ass. Then escorted me to the bathroom every time I wanted to go because it was fucking vile in there and she had to help me keep my balance in my heels so I didn't fall in the pile of crap that was all over the toilet.

When we did finally go on a date, three months later after hanging out as friends, she showed up at my house at 8am with salmon locks, strawberries and champagne. She came in, crawled into my bed without invite (I loved her balls, loved it!!) and patted the quilt and said "here's the bed picnic!" (I had said I loved them). I happily coseid up with her. We drank all the champers and ate the food and got a bottle of pimms and went to the Hamstead Heath women's swimming pond, took off our clothes (we had to keep our underpants on, rules) and swam to the far end. She then attacked me in the water, wrestled my underwear off me, stuck it in her teeth, and swam about hooting. I beat the crap out of her when we got out. We then curled up and took a nap after a drink of pimms.

Those things, to me, are romantic.


So when someone picks me up, treats me formally like a princess all night, walk me to the door and maybe give me a kiss on the cheek and refer to me being a lady, I wind up not heaving a sigh after I close my door, but getting depressed and missing my exes.

But then oodles of people may find my version of a fun day together traumatic.

Yes, I think I'm very romantic, but I don't like to show it. If I'm smitten, I'm going to be writing you poetry and songs that I'll NEVER show you, lest you know how lame I am. I'm just way too protective of my charred lil damaged heart to risk a stomping, until I'm certain I'm loved & appreciated in return. Even then, I do need to remind myself that I should verbalize those feelings/people need to hear the I love you's, because I do think talk's cheap --I would rather show my love in consideration and sacrifice.

Romance? Romantic? this is a test right?
 

Me ROMANTIC???

:rofl: after casting my pearls to swine for all these years,

Hell freaking no.

No more catering to ya.

No more meals made with homemade love.

No more secret trips to the store to surprise you with the perfect birthday gift.

No more fussing over you when you are not well or just cranky.

No more homemade cookies.

No more cooking awesome breakfast, lunch and dinners.

No more cleaning, laundry, ironing, mending, sewing, etc.

No more back scrubbing in the shower.

No more of the hundreds of things I do everyday to make this house a home to come to after a long stressful day at work, where your needs are met and then some.

Me romantic???:fart: Now that's romantic. (said with your head under the covers)

Gawd Ms HoneyB, you are the luckiest woman in the world, Honestly.

now that's real romancing the pants off ya kinda stuff.

thanks for the visuals, it made my day! xoxoxo

Note to self: Add romance to my "to do" list...

A friend reminded me that romance is not a "to do" it is a "to be". So I will change lists :)

Honestly, I am with honeybarbara. If it doesn't come naturally, from the heart, spontaneously, it doesn't do much for me. Try too hard, buy me flowers, run around the car like a Olympic sprinter to open the door and I will smile and think how sweet. But give me a rock you found on the ground in the shape of a heart and I melt. One of the most romantic gestures I ever received was a hand drawn, crayon pic of two stick people holding hands with little hearts floating all around them. I framed it.

Romance to me just says; I am thinking of you not I am trying to impress you.

Very! Ha! :passinggas:

The Very Thought of You
 

Romantic for me, isn't the big gestures. It's something that quietly surprises me. Someone bought a bicycle for me, once. She didn't say it was for me, and I assumed it was another one she'd bought for herself, since she kind of collected them. She assembled it in the dining room, in the middle of winter, and I helped a little, but it was really her thing. Then, when she was done, she kind of presented it to me. I was confused at first, then I realized, she was giving it to me. It's that kind of quiet gesture, that seems most romantic to me.

That's the best definition of romance I've come across.