Mine's pretty simple.
1. Take a drive on a back country road
2. Bring ice chest with sodas
3. CDs for background music
4. Stop at a roadside park and watch the sun set together
Share yours with us.
The MOST romantic date I ever had was in the afternoon not long after Toki and I started dating
We went to a favorite hiking spot and took the left path which NO ONE ever takes. Took off our shoes, crossed the river bare foot, walked a hundred yards down, lied a blanket out under a beautiful Colorado mounatain sky, and had a bottle of wine, cheese and salami, nature and each other. That was the percect romantic date for me.
A young strapping buck vacuming my carpet in nothing more than an apron... Oh WAIT! that's not really romantic is it? Well it'll just HAVE to do for now!
*evil giggle*
Mmmm, good topic! :-*
Mine would have to be...
~A quiet dinner, either at one of our favorite restaurants or at home
~Followed by a drink (or an espresso and something sweet) somewhere on Nicollet Mall (downtown Minneapolis' main pedestrian area) where we can sit outdoors and people watch and enjoy the city lights
a Romantic Evening for me would picked up at my house drove to one of my favorites spots which for me is beside a lake or big ol pond. and a suprise picnic then a stroll around the Pond maybe watching the sunset maybe paddleboating and then maybe a concert to see my favorite band
Call me an uninspired cliche, but I love dinner & a movie. Especially since it seems that we rarely even get that anymore with 2 kids & little time & money.
A cheap date!
Hmm.. I'd say a picnic under the stars, sounds weird I know but I've done it before. Pack up a blanket and some yummy food, drive out to a park with wide open space to see every star. Throw down the blanket, have a (very late) dinner and then lay back together and enjoy the cool breeze and painted night time sky.
Mine is spending the day with friends then pairing off later in the evening, mayhaps after other friends have prepared a lovely setting for us to enjoy.
A trip to the bookstore(s) with money to spare! :D Then home to snuggle and peruse treasures. (Hey, we're bookstore deprived in this neighborhood--and I really do get a high from a good book find.)
OR
Time around a blazing fire on a cool night after having done something physical, like a hike or bike ride or even yard work together. Somehow having done some mild labor beforehand is important--maybe so I'd feel I'd accomplished something and thus was justified in relaxing? Not sure.
Taking the ladies to my BACH-E-LOR PAD...cause I'm a WILD and CRAZY GUY.
But seriously...
Since I enjoy hiking and camping and the outdoors and hang around with a lot of people who also do...my idea of a romantic evening is a good day hike followed by watching the sun set from a fantastic view on the top of a mountain...followed by good food cooked over a roaring campfire...and listening to the sounds of the outdoors and sleeping out under the stars.
Regards,
CB
Dinner, an action movie, and sword fighting. ;D
Forest hikes, walks on the beach, and watching the sun set w/my honey and a pina colada are also acceptable, as is just spending the evening together watching TV or playing video games.
The most romantic night I've ever had - Sir Edward took me on a dinner cruise on Tampa Bay and proposed to me while we watched the sunset on the bay.
Oh good topic!!
I would have to say my favorite thing is to be at a cabin somewhere on a lake, after a day of fun, playing in the water or on land, make a fire in the fireplace (or a fire on the beach), enjoy a good bottle of wine, cuddle under a blanket and watch the sunset.. :-*
One of my bests - that I would Love to repeat. And I went through a TON of candles on this one!
I set up my playlist with soft romantic music in the back ground. I had large throw pillows on the living room floor and candles lighting the room. There we had a large plate of fruits, cheeses, crackers, ladyfingers, honey, along with a nice, crisp white wine. We took our time, relaxing, noshing, cooing, and smooching...
after enjoying our slow build up, I drew a warm, vanilla bubble bath in my queen tub and lit more candles there (& the bedroom also), once ready...I led her to her bath where I joined her, continuing our slow, luxurious build to things to come.
After bathing, we patted each other dry with fluffy towels. After drying each other, I led her to outside the bedroom - where traction was much better...kissed her slowly, leading to a bit of a dip, positioning her in my arms to sweep her up as I stood. Holding her easily, I kissed her sweetly before carrying her into my candle-lit bedroom and laying her gently on the bed...
I love when someone has thought out what to do ahead of time and takes charge of the proceedings. Something along the lines of arriving on a Friesian with a bouquet of flowers, selected and arranged by the gentleman himself (as opposed to a prepared bouquet). Well, if you don't have a Friesian, at least have a vehicle that is reasonably clean and won't break down, lose major bits of metal when we hit a bump or run out of fuel. Please open the door for me. :)
We head out to the western cliffs and walk along the headlands drinking wine while watching a sunset before dining at a quiet and candle-lit restaurant that you've actually called ahead and made reservations for our meal at. They seat us at a table with a view of the diminishing sunset in gorgeous hues, which you've requested. Not the sunset. The table with the view.
Please DON'T order for me. :D We speak of dreams to share and you make me laugh. A lot! Not at you, of course, but by your charm and rapier wit. We enjoy a fine meal and some more wine, then head back to your home, which you've actually cleaned in recent memory. You light a lovely fire without swearing even once, because you've bothered to set the logs into place with tinder underneath so that it will easily light when the time is right.
There are pillows strewn all about near the fireplace and you strum a quiet song upon whatever exotic instrument you play and you may even sing in an ancient and beautiful language. Even if you don't sing or play an exotic instrument you can at least select proper music. When the song is done, if you are indeed playing, you rise for just a moment to switch on recorded music that is haunting, lush and warm. When you return, I am waiting for you and ready for whatever the night will bring us.
*"Thank-you for calling American Airlines how may I help you?"
I'd like a plane ticket to Austin, TX.
*"When would you like to travel ma'am?"
Now! ;D
Quote from: Lady Nicolette on June 11, 2008, 05:23:32 PM
I love when someone has thought out what to do ahead of time and takes charge of the proceedings. Something along the lines of arriving on a Friesian with a bouquet of flowers, selected and arranged by the gentleman himself (as opposed to a prepared bouquet). Well, if you don't have a Friesian, at least have a vehicle that is reasonably clean and won't break down, lose major bits of metal when we hit a bump or run out of fuel. Please open the door for me. :)
We head out to the western cliffs and walk along the headlands drinking wine while watching a sunset before dining at a quiet and candle-lit restaurant that you've actually called ahead and made reservations for our meal at. They seat us at a table with a view of the diminishing sunset in gorgeous hues, which you've requested. Not the sunset. The table with the view.
Please DON'T order for me. :D We speak of dreams to share and you make me laugh. A lot! Not at you, of course, but by your charm and rapier wit. We enjoy a fine meal and some more wine, then head back to your home, which you've actually cleaned in recent memory. You light a lovely fire without swearing even once, because you've bothered to set the logs into place with tinder underneath so that it will easily light when the time is right.
There are pillows strewn all about near the fireplace and you play a strum a quiet song upon whatever exotic instrument you play and you may even sing in an ancient and beautiful language. Even if you don't sing or play an exotic instrument you can at least select proper music. When the song is done, if you are indeed playing, you rise for just a moment to switch on recorded music that is haunting, lush and warm. When you return, I am waiting for you and ready for whatever the night will bring us.
Wow.
You've really had a lot of time to think about this, haven't you?
Too long without a date...Maybe I'm too picky? :D Naw, I just like to write! This was just a fantasy date idea. Great topic, btw!
Actually two of the most fun dates I've ever been on were quite less elaborate, but involved danger of a very mild kind...One was walking along the cliffs of Santa Cruz with a storm coming in. This was when I weighed 110 pounds and the wind was lifting me up off of my feet. Gave my date a good excuse to hang onto me tight!
The other was walking into the redwood grove at the State Park I worked at, but after hours at night. It's REALLY dark under those redwoods...After that, we had a picnic in the graveyard up the road. Odd but very fun and certainly memorable. Plus he introduced me to Edward Gorey, for which I must ever owe my grateful thanks.
Not a date, but a romantic reunion: Another time, my favorite boyfriend of all time had been on the road for a few weeks. I was working in a record store at the time, I knew he'd be back soon, but didn't have an exact day. He walked into the store, carrying a red rose for me. A customer walked up at the same time to ask a question, but the customer stopped when he saw the absolutely palpable electricity flowing back and forth between us...He said, "I can't get in the middle and ruin that!" turned on his heel and went back to the record bins.
She comes in the door... looking a bit tired... setting the car keys down on the table as she does. I greet her there, kissing her gently on the lips, then lifting her into my arms and carrying her to the bathroom... where she finds that I've drawn a hot bubble-bath for her.
"Soak awhile and relax, Love. I'm preparing dinner," I tell her.
I go back into the kitchen to start preparing dessert so I can put it in the oven when dinner comes out. I wonder silently what's going through her head as she takes her bath. Knowing how much she loves music, I take a break from baking and put a few of our favourite CDs in the player. The songs provide a soundtrack for the night and I realize with a smile that she'll remember the romance when next she hears them. I'm sure I shall as well. What a wondrous way to make the evening last.
"Oh my God, I love it! Thank you!" I hear her call a short time later from the bedroom. I know she's discovered the outfit I bought her laid out on the bed.
"Put it on," I say. "I'd love to see you in it."
Dessert is in the oven and I'm setting the table for dinner... two candles provide the only light in the dining room and two places are laid out for our romantic little 'date'. I turn to go get the food when I see her... so stunningly beautiful to me that I'm momentarily mesmerized. I remember the first time I ever laid eyes on her and realize that she's even more amazing to me today than she was then.
"I take it you approve?" she smiles coyly.
"Heaven is, indeed, missing an angel."
She walks to me and wraps her arms around my waist.
"You always do say the sweetest things."
I kiss her on the forehead and then on the tip of her nose, followed by a passionate one on her sultry lips.
"Nothing I say could ever be adequate to express how you make me feel," I say, leading her to the table and pulling out her chair. She sits down and looks at the candles and smiles.
"It's beautiful, you hopeless romantic," she chuckles.
"You deserve all of this and more... I'll be right back with dinner."
I bring out the food and place it on the charger in the middle of the table, uncovering it with the little dramatic 'ta-da!' motion that makes the presentation just cheesy enough to elicit a chuckle from her.
"You're crazy," she says.
"About you," I reply, going back to the kitchen for the wine.
"Yeah, yeah," she whispers almost erotically.
I return in a moment with the bottle I bought for the occasion. I present it to her like a Maitre'D at a fancy restaurant. She looks it over and then smells the cork as I pop it out and place it under her nose.
I pour her glass first, then lift it and swirl the liquid around and place the rim to her lips and she sips it tentatively.
"It's sweet," she says finally, then adds before I can reply:
"Just like you."
This time it's my turn to blush a bit as she glances up at me. She doesn't maintain eye contact too long. Even in her comfort with me, she still has a bit of that shyness about her. I find it cute. The music behind us plays and we both seem to feel this moment becoming a lifelong memory. I can't help but smile.
I walk to the other side of the table and sit down. We begin to eat. The music continues to permeate the air and our conversation is mostly conveyed with our eyes. With her I need no words. With her, sometimes, I have no words.
When dinner is over, I clear the table... and she begins to rise. I usher her back to her seat and tell her to close her eyes. I'm sure she smells dessert by now but sometimes it's the way that something is given that is the best surprise.
"Are your eyes closed?" I ask.
"Yes. What are you doing?"
I emerge from the kitchen with dessert and a slight change to my attire. I've wrapped a ribbon around me like a ceremonial sash and have a big bow on my forehead. I place the dessert on the table in front of her, then get on one knee beside her chair.
"I am yours for the evening, Darling... whatever you want... backrub, foot rub, full massage..."
"Play with my hair?" she smiles.
"My pleasure, my Love."
"Maybe you can do that while we cuddle and listen to some music?" she asks.
"Whatever you desire," I tell her, throwing in a line from Princess Bride. "As you wish."
Wow, we have some writers here! :D
My most romantic evening/date so far... Hmm, one of two...
Probably Winter Ball my Senior year of high school. Even though dingus thought we were "just friends", it didn't feel like just friends.
So, I wasn't old enough to drive anyone else yet, and I was sure not going to drive in those heels, anyway. My dad drove me over to his house to pick him up, we traded corsages, posed for pictures (geez his hands were cold!), then went for pictures at the school, went to my house. Ordered pizza, ate in the living room while watching Dirty Jobs with my parents (it was the one where they were counting the dead salmon).
After arriving at the school, we were waiting in the cold for a bit, he gave me his jacket, which was sweet.
Ended up spending most of the time sitting on a couch in his arms talking to each other and other people than dancing, which was fine with me. The music at every school dance sucked, and I had just gotten over the stomach flu.
His mom picked us up and drove us to the house of a friend (a minute or two walk from his house, if that), and we hung out there for a bit. That was alright. Then his mom drove us to my house, dropped me off, and dingus didn't even have the cajones to kiss me goodnight.
Okay, that wasn't so romantic. Hey, I'm 18, and that was my first (and only, so far) boyfriend, now ex.
A fantasy evening, though...
Something he planned. Pretty much anything that shows some sort of effort and premeditation. A walk on the beach, then sitting down and watching the sun set over the water (I'm West coast, I can do that!), maybe a picnic. A hike out into the woods or by the lake to a quiet place.
Doesn't have to get me chocolates, flowers, jewlery. I don't care about that. I like effort. I did a speech about the meaning behind flowers, specifically the Victorian flower messages. Now if he did some of that, and had a note about why he chose specific flowers, oh boy. That would be really sweet.
I'm a cheap date. I don't like fancy restaraunts, Togo's, Subway, is just fine. I seriously do not care. There are other, cheaper, ways to have fun that would be more fun for us both.
How about a different time of day? I find afternoon thunderstorms and late morning after a heavy snowfall romantic--without my partner needing to do anything. Granted it's impossible to arrange such an event, but to me part of romance is a certain spontaneity and taking advantage of a moment offered up by the universe. Living in AL, I'm unlikely to be graced with heavy snowfall. However, the wheels are turning to make the best of the next time storms are forecast and my love and I both have the day off (rare unfortunately so I've got lots of time to scheme).
Valentine's Day is coming up this weekend. I for one would like to chime in
that spending huge amounts of money on roses and candy is not my idea of Romance.
I would rather plan something a little out of the ordinary that both of us enjoy.
Luckily for me, Don Juan usually lives up to his name.
What are your opinions?
If you're going to get me anything, I really love to be given flowers, but otherwise, I don't care so much about "things." I prefer to be treated kindly and spoken to nicely over anything anyone could gift me with in a material way. Just wish the man of my dreams could actually be with me this Valentine's Day, but perhaps next year it'll work out for us to be together.
The kids farmed out to friends or family.
A nice quiet dinner at a favorite restaurant.
Then home to spend some uninterrupted quality time together.
Ahhh, bliss...
My most romantic time ever has been with Lord Wayne. I went over to his place one sat. afternoon.
First we watched a superman movie. (sad to say I can't remember which one.)
We went to a niece's birthday party at a skating rink then we went back to his place.
He cooked me dinner complete with white wine,candles and good ole romantic soul music.
After that he put on some Pink Floyd and we got reacquainted again.
I will never forget that special time with him. He treated me like a princess.
The girls at work was green with envy and still are.
There might be some as special as he is but none like my Lord Wayne.
I think staying in for the day, getting lost in each other, and doing all the little ordinary things together in new and special ways, like cooking together and tasting from my lovers spoon, washing the dishes with four hands instead of two, then dancing to slow romantic music round the kitchen, through the house and into whatever room has the fireplace, fur rug and fluffy pillows waiting...
My most romantic times :
I can think of a few...
The first being when me, and my boyfriend ( who is now my husband ) had a quiet picnic on the beach. We sat and watched the waves come in, and then took a walk along the beach , and then sat and snuggled together and kissed.
The second time would be when my husband proposed to me. We were living in southern California and went to Disneyland for the day. I had no idea he was going to propose. We kept walking by Snow White's wishing well. We must of walked by it , like about 8 times. Suddenly my husband, takes out a penney, tosses it in the wishing well and makes a wish. He then proceeds to ask me if i want to know what he wished for. I tell him, if he tells me , his wish won't come true. Then he gets down on one knee and tells me that he wished that I would become his wife. :)
The third time was our wedding day. We had our wedding ceremony professionally videotaped. I did not know it at the time, but my husband decided to surprise me by having a special message from him to me added to the begginning of the video. So when i watched it later, there was a very romantic and very swwet message to me from my husband. It was a wonderful surprise. :)
and then of course there was the wedding night ! LOL ! ::) ;D :)
and there was the night my son was born, and I saw my husband hold our son in his arms. This liitle newborn baby represented the love we had for each other. :)
and there was when my husband agreed to move from sunny warm, southern California, to cold, snowy, Northern New York, cause i missed my family. Now that is true romance ! ;D
and then there are the little things we do for each other each day, that spell romance and say I love you. Helping with dinner, or the laundry, or the pets for example. Sometimes it is the little gestures that mean the most !
Dinner at The Mozart Room (Pittsburgh), followed by the ballet. Then back home to a candle-lit bath, followed by wine and soft music in front of the fireplace.
*sigh...why does he have to be away on Valentine's Day?*
Quote from: anne of oaktower on February 11, 2009, 05:01:41 PM
Dinner at The Mozart Room (Pittsburgh), followed by the ballet. Then back home to a candle-lit bath, followed by wine and soft music in front of the fireplace.
*sigh...why does he have to be away on Valentine's Day?*
Reaches out and gives Anne a big hug ! :)
Quote from: Molden on June 11, 2008, 03:33:10 PM
One of my bests - that I would Love to repeat. And I went through a TON of candles on this one!
I set up my playlist with soft romantic music in the back ground. I had large throw pillows on the living room floor and candles lighting the room. There we had a large plate of fruits, cheeses, crackers, ladyfingers, honey, along with a nice, crisp white wine. We took our time, relaxing, noshing, cooing, and smooching...
after enjoying our slow build up, I drew a warm, vanilla bubble bath in my queen tub and lit more candles there (& the bedroom also), once ready...I led her to her bath where I joined her, continuing our slow, luxurious build to things to come.
After bathing, we patted each other dry with fluffy towels. After drying each other, I led her to outside the
bedroom - where traction was much better...kissed her slowly, leading to a bit of a dip, positioning her in my arms to sweep her up as I stood. Holding her easily, I kissed her sweetly before carrying her into my candle-lit bedroom and laying her gently on the bed...
Did it get warm in here to anyone else??? :-[ :-[ :o Lady M ...enjoy!! ;)
Thank you for the hug, Lady Amy :) I needed that.
And, yes, it did get warm, and I sure hope that pyrate packed some candles and bubble bath in his bag for Lady M. ;)
Hmmm.... my ultimate romantic evening would have to come at the end of a day at TRF spent together roaming the grounds, greeting friends, and watching the shows. This would be capped off with a round to our favorite 'on a stick' vendors for the makings of a picnic supper to be eaten at the arena, after arriving early enough to get really good seats (stage right, about halfway up, right at the lake end of the benches). Turn to face the lake for the fireworks with me in front so I can lean back and have strong arms (and maybe a warm cloak that has that good man smell) around me as the temperature drops, followed by a meandering hand holding walk through the grounds and back to camp.
Presents are nice and I enjoy them, but I can purchase most of the things I want for myself. Real romance is about the things you can't buy - genuine interest in someone else as a person and taking the time to spend time together.
I'm happiest when I'm truly surprised. When I haven't had to lift a finger or speak a word to get something fantastically wonderful. Oh, and also, all I want- make my decision for me. Plan something. Put in some effort. You don't have to spend a lot of money- just your time and energy makes it all worth it.
Unfortunately, nobody seems to be able to either keep secrets from me OR keep the fact that they're keeping secrets from me. By that time, I know somethings up and I'm ready for any possibility.
I think so many things are romantic, with the right person. Sometimes Drake and I dress up, go to a nice dinner followed by coffee at this little coffee shop that we only go to when we're alone. Usually, it's just us ordering in, watching tv in our sweats, playing video games, and talking.
The morning after we first, uh, "consumated" our relatinship, he took me for donuts and then to walk around the park. We saw an older gentleman there, and Drake politely asked the man if he might spare a slice of bread, because, as he said "My girlfriend would love to feed the ducks and I didn't think to bring any bread." That was so sweet and romantic to me.
We've spent a day rafting down the river and followed it up with BBQ, and those are so romantic and fun. And of course, there's faire :) We're going to CTRF this weekend because that's what I wanted for Valentine's day. What could be more romantic then a Valentine's at faire :)
Not likely to happen but:
Ride & dinner in a water taxi around Sydney Harbour; Gilbert & Sullivan at the Opera House; a stroll around the quay; then off to the Rocks to the Lord Nelson Brewery Hotel for a pint or three of Lord Nelson's Blood ale & to share a pie, then upstairs to one of their quaint rooms for a little *eyebrow waggling*.
http://www.lordnelsonbrewery.com/lnbh_joomla/
It was the fair time of youth when a young man's fancy turns to making the greatest impression possible upon his newfound young lady. We went out to a local park late one afternoon with a bottle of sparkling wine and some nosh. Lying there on a sheet with a comfortable buzz, snuggling close, we shared those first few kisses that are astonishingly smooth and sweet. Our faces were close, so very close, her face filled my vision and her breath filled my head, headier than any wine. Our bodies touched from our feet to our shoulders, I wanted to be a part of her, make her a part of me. It was The Perfect Moment.
The purple dusk rolled in, night had just fallen and I was going to tell her "I love you" for the very first time. The Earth was passing through the Perseid meteor shower (or was it the Leonid, I forget with the passing of time) and I thought it would make an impression on her, being together under the star-streaked heavens and saying something more than romantic.
"Look up at the stars," I said, pointing with my hand. Her beautiful face did not turn from mine, only a shift of her dark brown eyes to the heavens. With a smile, I turned to look up and, with a dramatic pause and a sharp but quiet intake of breath, began to say what I had wanted to tell her. "..." and before even a sound could pass my lips, still moist from her kisses, a bright falling star streaked across the sky, directly where my hand was gesturing.
Eyes wide in amazement, she gasped. "Ooh," she cooed in my ear, "do it again!" With a smile, I whispered, "For you..." and with a simple flourish, worthy of the Merlin himself, I flicked my fingers casually towards the deepening night sky, and another falling star, brighter than the first, flung itself to Earth, following along the same path as the first. Even I was stunned.
A tremble rushed through her, felt along my whole self, wherever her body touched mine, her arms pulled me closer. "Please," she quietly asked, "please don't hurt me?" She was trembling in fear, holding me in admiration, gazing at me in longing adoration. I smiled and said, "I wouldn't hurt you, I love you."
I think I made an impression on her that night.
*Looks at the post above this one*
*Happy Sigh* So Pretty...
Romantic Evening is simple enough.
It is what you make of it.
Something as simple as changing a tire in the rain while laughing our arses off at the absurdity
of the situation.
Riding with the top down on the car, cause we couldn't get the top to come up.
Riding on the tailgate and letting our feet drag on the road as the dirt whips up a cloud of dust.
I guess with all the pratfalls, pitfalls, clumsy occasions and misspoken words. Just being together is what truly counts.
Although I have a romantic morning:
The morning the radio station (103.7) called me at 6am to play a radio game.
and at the end, having one of the D.J's ask one last question
"Will you marry {insert fiance's name here}"
And having my fiance sitting on the floor next to me, present me with a saphire ring.
*Happy Happy*
CONGRATULATIONS!
Quote from: lilaney on February 12, 2009, 02:11:31 PM
*Looks at the post above this one*
Although I have a romantic morning:
The morning the radio station (103.7) called me at 6am to play a radio game.
and at the end, having one of the D.J's ask one last question
"Will you marry {insert fiance's name here}"
And having my fiance sitting on the floor next to me, present me with a saphire ring.
*Happy Happy*
Awww, so sweet! That is very romantic indeed!
My favorite romantic evening with my fiance is where we:
1.) Take a bath/shower together. Wash and massage either other. Bath salts are a must, bubbles and candles and music are optional.
2.) Get out and cuddle for a while. More massaging/rubbing is optional, but very nice.
3.) Either make or order whatever sounds good.
4.) Watch a movie or show together over dessert with more cuddling.
5.) Have each other for second-dessert ;)
I found a new Romatic idyll
The Full Moon Inn in Luckenbach.
The grape suite has a big covered front porch with rockers with the Texas Hill Country for a view.
Sunset on the porch with some good wine, exotic cheeses and a Cantiga CD can hardly be beat.
The only living things that come by are the farm dogs and an occasional armadillo.
Sitting on the steps of the St Louis Cathedral in the dark on a hot summer night. I mean, we are talking so hot you feel the heat radiating from the bricks.
The sun has just set over the Mississippi. You smell the jasmine in the air and you are listening to a five-member band play soft jazz working for tips they keep in a battered hat by the bass player. You lean against the pillar of church and close your eyes.
Head down to Cafe du Monde to get fresh beignets and sit on the riverbank and watch the steamships come in.
It doesn't get any better than that.
Hard for me to do, having just lost the love of my life. But perhaps this will stir someone to discover theirs.
Drive out to a back country road on a cold, clear night and watch a meteor shower. (We did just this, a few weeks before he died.)
Ride to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Gaze out over Paris, and marvel at the city below you.
Ride a carousel together.
Dance in the rain, and laugh together.
Hold hands while watching the river roll by.
Take a moonlight stroll together.
Play with baby kittens.
Photograph each other, all the time, and in all situations - funny, sexy, sleeping, in costume. At a funny sign by the road, sitting in a field of flowers. Getting dressed on the parking lot at Faire.
Shop for fabric or costumes together.
Sit around a campfire, enjoying good food with good friends, no matter if it's cold, or wet, or raining.
Watch fireworks together.
Dress up in garb, (with your kids, too!) and go see a historical themed movie.
Send texts or emails that say I love you, or the things I miss about you, even when you are not oceans apart.
See your favorite play.
Sing together on long drives.
Take showers together, even if you just lay down and sleep afterwards.
Marga
I think my all time favorite romantic evening idea is having a camp out in the yard. Roast dinner over an open campfire, snuggle up and watch a meteor shower, share a bottle of wine and roasted marshmallows, then head inside and cap off the evening watching The Tudors!
It has been so long since I had a romantic evening- I have forgotten! Any romantic evening would be nice! Champagne. Music, gardenias. dancing in the moonlight!
LOL.