Archive: Sense of Romance
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What happened to my sense of romance?
I guess it’s just been few and far between since I had them romance muscles worked over, you know what I mean? And no, I’m not referring to *those* muscles. Though everyone should do keigel excercises daily.
No, really, do 20 reps of 5 squeezes while you read the rest of this journal entry.
What’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever done for a boy?
I drove 13 hours each way iin a weekend to see him. True. And man was it worth it.
And this was in my pre-sex days too. Can you dig t?
We were young, he was my first boyfriend and it was a long distance relationship.
Sweet and innocent (er maybe not *that* innocent) tendernesses like that. We prayed for each other. I used to call to wake him up for his classes and finals. He’d call me at night to make sure I got home safely after a long night at the library.
After driving out to see him, our less than 24 hours together in person,were blissful and sweet. Just holding hands, walking along the crickety streets of Boston, watching as autumn leaves gasped in wonder and fell at the beauty of the day. First love is ever so sweet. When else would you be manic enough to travel that far for someone to just hold you and gigle with you? I won’t even drive 20 minutes for a booty call (ahem, not that I would know) but for first love, I’d break laws adn travel multiple state lines.
What’s the most romantic thing I’ve had done for me?
Joe, this tremendously cute half korean, half caucasian guy, was in town for a week during a conference. We met and got along extremely well and during his last few days in San Francisco, I played the coy tour guide. We hit most of the vistas and the views, and hung out driving through the city, just chatting. Oddly enough I just realized that the “Register to Vote” pin that he gave me that night is still pinned on the passenger side visor of my car. Hmph. 3 years and still there. Just like the memories I suppose.
Anyways, he kept on trying to get me to kiss him that weekend. The chemistry between us was unmistakable but I was in a peculiar state of confusion. Not only had I already developed a pre-existing crush on B (before we dated), but I also didn’t want to be just a weekend fling thing and was already cynical about the prospects of anything trully romantic occuring between us. He was undeniably charming, cute, and funny. Did I tell you what a great bod he had? Woo..I must have been overwhelmed by Catholic Repression still. *Sigh* Dang, he was a cutie.
The last night together, we were leisurely strolling along Fisherman’s Wharf. The air was cool and crisp, the stars were out and the moon was full and lovely. Up ahead of us along the walk was a guy with a bucket of tapes, a mini speaker system with microphone and a bouffant hair do. He was wearing a sparkly white suit and impersonating Old Blue Eyes. Joe rushed up to him, whispered in his ear and slipped him a few bills. Bouffant Sinatra then dived into his bucket of tapes and pulled one out to serenade us. Joe took me by the hand and led me up to a little platform/stage. Dedicated to the two of us, Bouffant Sinatra then began singing
Strangers in the Night. Joe took me in his arms to dance and sway to the croons as we laughed and danced. The moon was perfect that night and we both felt young and beautiful. Passing folks cheered to us, saying that we were the best looking couple they’d ever seen. Sweet, romantic, spontaneous, and charming no? I felt quite swept that night and conceded to kiss him afterall. Could you blame me?
Whats my most romantic fantasy?
You mean besides the no-gravity astronaut sex? I dunno.
I know I have a rather silly laundry list asking for somone who’s Catholic & 5′10 & all yada yada.. but really.. this is pretty much says it for me…(A chat session with a friend)
Me: in the end, all i want is chemistry and someone who’ll be good to me,
that i can grow up & grow old with
T: that’s sweet
Me: it’s true.
T: good
Me: but you’d be surprised at how tough that is for me to find
T: chemistry is tough
Me: aw, that’s not as tough to find, but the chemistry is quickly fleeting if the ability to grow up &
grow old together is *off*
Me: like the christianity thing plays a big part of that
Me: the whole being culturally aware & explorative thing, the self actualized mature thing.
Me: that’s all wrapped up ina few simple words of grow up & grow old.
T: you’re deeper than most out there
Me: and the “be good to me” thing… that ain’t easy either
T: there’s plenty of “nice” guys out there
Me: tae, tell me about it, i think i’m too shallow on some ends and too deep on others.
T: but they don’t have much depth
Me: nice guys, but who won’t challenge me always, unfortunately, and I think I really need that
Seriously though…
I suppose it wold be spending a weekend in a cozy bed and breakfast, waking up to hot coffee & fresh fruit, walking along winery vinyards, playing table tennis and tetris, getting his & hers massages, tickle wrestling, kissing games, and feeling safe, cozy, warm, and cherished
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