Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Romantic.... How in the hell do I describe it?

We got into a long discussion about it today. The stuff I find romantic or consider romantic. The little things leave my heart twitterpaited. I understand flowers are loving and chocolates are a sweet gesture, but I’d much rather prefer a dumb little doodle, a mix cd, a note written on a bank receipt, a flower from the tree outside of work, or a home made meal.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy going out to dinner, going to a movie or bowling, but there’s something about doing stuff in your own kitchen or living room that makes for the best memories. I’m not even talking about dates here. It could just be evenings with friends. The best times I can think of were times that were created during making dinner, playing video games, painting, hot glue gun sessions, walks on the beach or long drives to absolutely nowhere.

That being said… Let’s say I’m with someone I’m dating. We’re preparing a meal together, they come up behind me and kiss me or stop me from what I’m doing to hug me. That moment almost sums up what I find romantic. That single moment means more to me than any flower, chocolate or necklace ever could.(Unless, that flower or necklace is hand made. Talk about turning my heart to porridge)

So yes, I realize it isn’t normal to want to spend my nights taking walks, making dinner and playing Mario Kart and board games into the night. But dammit. Why not?

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