How romantic are you?

silkepus · 03-23-2014, 11:26 AM

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

Now if only I had someone to be romantic with...

imperfect_cupcake · 03-23-2014, 02:07 PM

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.

Sweet Bliss · 03-23-2014, 04:38 PM

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Originally Posted by honeybarbara

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

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.

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

deedarino · 03-23-2014, 05:04 PM

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

deedarino · 03-23-2014, 05:51 PM

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Originally Posted by deedarino

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.

Bard · 03-23-2014, 07:40 PM

My darling wife is a romantic something I had never experience before I was always the romantic BUT she leaves me love notes surprises me with flowers sweet words soft kisses.. she cares for me tenderly when I have been sick or injured she is the ying to my yang

I love her to the moon and back

mountainbikedyke · 03-23-2014, 07:57 PM

Very! Ha!

meridiantoo · 03-23-2014, 11:15 PM

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Originally Posted by deedarino

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

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

imperfect_cupcake · 03-24-2014, 12:04 AM

Totally. I love little things. Personable and individual. Things just for me.
My exwife used to carry the bags home on the bike after grocery shopping, not because she wanted to be a gentleman, but because she didn't want my front tire to wobble and thus possibly get smucked by a car.
She would find me a seat at an event 30 min in not because that's the chiverlrous thing to do, but because she knew 30 min was the time limit of my sore feet in heels.
Probably the most romantic thing she ever did was when I had food poisoning in her sisters bed in the middle of the night. On a brand new super expensive mattress. I knew how freaked out and upset her sister would be. I was in a state. What did she do? She woke up her sister and told her she had done it because she drank too much. Even though she caught the wrath of her sister for three days over it.

That's love. That is romance. Someone taking the shit for you because they can't bare seeing you sick and upset. Fuck flowers and poetry. Cleaning up my puke while I'm crying, lying to your own family and going out to get carpet cleaner to wash the mattress with is stellar romance.

03-23-2014, 11:26 AM	#1
silkepus Member How Do You Identify?: covered in ink and glitter Preferred Pronoun?: feminine ones Relationship Status: watching pictures of cats on tumblr Join Date: Dec 2013 Location: Scandinavia Posts: 382 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 359 Thanked 701 Times in 196 Posts Rep Power: 10186797	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 Now if only I had someone to be romantic with... __________________ I’m here, I’m queer, sorry I’m late I overslept

03-23-2014, 02:07 PM	#2
imperfect_cupcake Senior Member How Do You Identify?: feminine dolly dyke Preferred Pronoun?: Your Grace Relationship Status: I put my own care first Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: In a gauze of mystery Posts: 1,776 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,426 Thanked 9,711 Times in 1,611 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	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. Last edited by imperfect_cupcake; 03-23-2014 at 02:37 PM.

03-23-2014, 05:04 PM	#4
deedarino Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: Woman Relationship Status: In recovery. Join Date: Feb 2012 Location: Oregon Posts: 632 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 3,518 Thanked 1,955 Times in 496 Posts Rep Power: 21474850	Note to self: Add romance to my "to do" list... __________________ Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambitions. I am a poster girl with no poster. I am thirty-two flavors and then some. And I'm beyond your peripheral vision, so you might want to turn your head~Ani I want to think again of dangerous and noble things; I want to be light and frolicsome; I want to be improbable, beautiful and afraid of nothing as if I had wings Mary Oliver

03-23-2014, 07:40 PM	#6
Bard Family Man How Do You Identify?: TG Male Preferred Pronoun?: Masculine ones Relationship Status: She just gets me Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: ..... Posts: 2,828 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,997 Thanked 12,786 Times in 2,431 Posts Rep Power: 21474855	My darling wife is a romantic something I had never experience before I was always the romantic BUT she leaves me love notes surprises me with flowers sweet words soft kisses.. she cares for me tenderly when I have been sick or injured she is the ying to my yang I love her to the moon and back __________________ This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! Give yourself over to absolute pleasure. Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh - erotic nightmares beyond any measure, and sensual daydreams to treasure forever. Can't you just see it? Don't dream it, be it.

03-23-2014, 07:57 PM	#7
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03-24-2014, 12:04 AM	#9
imperfect_cupcake Senior Member How Do You Identify?: feminine dolly dyke Preferred Pronoun?: Your Grace Relationship Status: I put my own care first Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: In a gauze of mystery Posts: 1,776 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,426 Thanked 9,711 Times in 1,611 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	Totally. I love little things. Personable and individual. Things just for me. My exwife used to carry the bags home on the bike after grocery shopping, not because she wanted to be a gentleman, but because she didn't want my front tire to wobble and thus possibly get smucked by a car. She would find me a seat at an event 30 min in not because that's the chiverlrous thing to do, but because she knew 30 min was the time limit of my sore feet in heels. Probably the most romantic thing she ever did was when I had food poisoning in her sisters bed in the middle of the night. On a brand new super expensive mattress. I knew how freaked out and upset her sister would be. I was in a state. What did she do? She woke up her sister and told her she had done it because she drank too much. Even though she caught the wrath of her sister for three days over it. That's love. That is romance. Someone taking the shit for you because they can't bare seeing you sick and upset. Fuck flowers and poetry. Cleaning up my puke while I'm crying, lying to your own family and going out to get carpet cleaner to wash the mattress with is stellar romance. Last edited by imperfect_cupcake; 03-24-2014 at 12:10 AM.