What's the most romantic thing...

A very special look (un-related to sex), and a firm grab on my posterior when I walk by. Lord, I still love that man after 31 years.

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Originally posted by LMM:
A Lord, I still love that man after 31 years.

That's just downright heartwarming, LMN.

My favorite thing is when he randomly sends me a text message saying "I love you." Lets me know that even if he is at work he still thinks about me.

A few months ago I started working at night and I love waking up and seeing notes he has left me.

When we were dating he used to leave notes or flowers on my car. It was awsome coming out of work and seeing what he had left me!!

Isn't crazy how the simplest things mean so much!

Hi to all,

My wife and I were married thirty one years ago next Tuesday, September 2. On our third anniversary, in 1980, we made arrangements for a church wedding in Hawaii -- on September 2 -- so that our anniversary would not change. We had a beautiful wedding at a church in Hawaii. Afterwards, we had dinner and champagne with the pastor, his wife, and their friend, at a 35th floor restaurant overlooking all of Hawaii. And we spent a week at the Sheraton Waikiki.

The week after we returned from Hawaii, we were off for a week-long oil convention in Houston. Once again, we stayed in a beautiful hotel, the Hyatt, and enjoyed dinners in exceptional restaurants. But, on the third day, I came down with food poisoning from a chili dog I ate at the convention center -- and could not leave my room for three days. How's that for a romantic adventure?

We took an early Friday morning flight home from Houston. About an hour into the flight, we noticed the Flight Attendants buzzing about something. I called one over and asked what was happening. She told us that the pilot had just gotten news that the MGM Grand Hotel in Las Vegas was on fire. Would you believe that Dory and I had pre-paid reservations at the MGM Grand for the following Thursday evening? If that fire had occurred just one week later; Dory and I would have been in the MGM Grand fire. When I got home, I called my travel agent and asked, "Does this mean that my reservations are canceled?"

On our sixth anniversary we wanted to get married again in an exotic place. So, we were off to Puerto Vallarta to stay in the Sheraton Bouganvilla Hotel. The next day we set off to find a church or wedding chapel -- only to find that the only churches in Puerto Vallarta are Catholic. No wedding chapels, even though this is a vacation resort town -- and the only Protestant church there was a burnt out building. A couple we met there, from San Diego, were Hispanic and tried to help us find a place to be married. No luck, so Dory and I, along with this couple and their family, went to dinner to celebrate our anniversary. That week we had evenings of moonlight dancing preceded by fabulous wining and dining.

One funny incident happened which my wife will kill me for telling. The Sheraton Bouganvilla Hotel boasts that every room has an ocean view. I found how they accomplished this. When you walk down the hallway, there are rooms only on the ocean side -- no rooms on the other side of the hallway. The hotel is curved and in the curve below sits a large, exotic pool area with swim up bar, palm trees, and all the amenities.

We were on the 16th floor. After checked in about noon, we changed into our swim suits. Since the windows were heavily tinted and the sun was shining; I knew that no one could see us -- especially on the 16th floor; so I told Dory, "Don't worry. No one can see us here." And, we casually walked around while changing and putting our stuff away.

Later that afternoon we were lounging in the shallow end of the pool enjoying a tropical drink. We looked up at the rooms and there was another couple; sitting by their window, having fun -- with no clothes on. Dory looked at me (boy, if looks could kill) and told me, "You said no one could see us!" What! You believe a man in Puerto Vallarta? I honestly thought that with the tinting and the sun shining, we were totally hidden. So -- I made a mistake. Shoot me!

On another anniversary, living in Orange County, we had no plans. I told Dory, "Let's just drive down toward the beach and relax." We ended up at a Stouffer's Hotel in Fashion Island (Newport Beach) for dinner and dancing to live Big Band music -- a beautiful, unplanned evening for our anniversary.

And, yes, after thirty one years of marriage -- we still hold hands when we walk.

God bless, have a wonderful, blessed day,

Bill

Nice pic, Bill. What a lovely bride!

The most romantic thing with my partner is him writing a song for me, singing about my green eyes. He plays the guitar and we have spent nights when he plays songs and we sip on wine, he grills steaks and we just enjoy each other. Since we both are song writers, we have a lot of fun just clowning around.
We have been together for 10 years, had our ups and downs but still together. He still is sexy and mysterious!!!!!

Congratulations Mr. Bill. You two make a beautiful couple. If you don't mind me asking, what is your wife's nationality? She actually looks Hawaiian. A beautiful lady.

Bill, did you play basketball? How tall are you? I'm guessing 6'4 at least.

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Originally posted by UnderContract:
What is the most romantic thing your significant other (past or present) has ever done for you?

Foot massages.

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Originally posted by LMM:
Congratulations Mr. Bill. You two make a beautiful couple. If you don't mind me asking, what is your wife's nationality? She actually looks Hawaiian. A beautiful lady.

Hi LMM,

Thank you. She is Filipina. But, when we were in Hawaii, all the locals kept mistaking her for Hawaiian. Of course, many local Hawaiians are of Filipino descent also.

God bless, have a wonderful, blessed day,

Bill

Something very unexpected...

I had just moved to a duplex in the county, and my cat was not happy. He was spending a lot of time hiding in the shower, unless I was actually taking a bath.

My boyfriend came for the first time, and my cat ran for his usual hiding place, only to discover I had left the water on slightly. He was then mad and wet and decided to run from the shower into the kitchen and hide behind the fridge. I was afraid he was going to get electrocuted since he was thoroughly wet, and my friend knew how upset I was. In one quick movement, he placed is hands on each of the fridge and pulled it from the wall (something I couldn't have done in my wildest dreams). My cat escaped unharmed, and I was totally charmed by my boyfriend's gesture (and his strength)!

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Originally posted by UnderContract: Bill, did you play basketball? How tall are you? I'm guessing 6'4 at least.

Hi UC,

You are very close -- 6'3" and yes, I played basketball for Sheffield High in the mid-1950s.

Funny story: I still have the white Converse basketball shoes I used in in high school -- bought them in 1953. And they are still in perfect shape, even the same strings, except that the rubber piece on the toe finally cracked a few years ago.

So, I got to thinking that this could be a great marketing idea for Converse. I sent photos of these shoes along with a letter -- telling the marketing department at Converse: "In 1953, I purchased these Converse basketball shoes and used them to play varsity basketball at Sheffield High School in Alabama. Since then they have traveled with me around the world. I have played basketball in them in the snows of Denver; in the heat of Formosa (Taiwan); and many other places. The shoes are in perfect condition, even the same strings -- but, this year the toe cracked. I must question your quality control; selling me basketball shoes that have toe cracks after only fifty years."

I received a response back from Converse telling that if I am unhappy they will replace the shoes. Duh! No wonder they are not the leading sport shoe company. They couldn't smell a good marketing angle if it bit them in the butt.

God bless, have a wonderful, blessed day,

Bill

Walking together under an umbrella in the rain, holding me close so I won't get wet, with his hand on my butt. After 30 years of marriage that's still a turn on. He's the romantic type so there are many more.

Giving me his recent "atta boy" bonus check and telling me to go buy my art supplies with the money...then doing without something he wants so we can continue to afford my art classes. He also had one of my paintings framed specifically so he could hang it in his office.

My wife and I decided that in order to keep our marriage alive with hot steaming romance...we would at least one night a week go out to diner, maybe a movie or just a long slow walk along secluded areas for uninterupted romantic embraces...
So! She went on Tuesday nights and I went on Thursday nights...

Give a me woman who can bait a catfish hook in the flicking fire light along the creek bank and I will show you a woman who can turn my limber lake rod into sturdy deep sea reel....

Haha Trader! I know someone with a similar story - the catfish story that is. They went fishing together. They caught a fish and went back to their respective houses to shower and get ready for the evening. The man said he went to the woman's house intent on skinning the fish and she already had it nailed to a tree and had the pliers after it. He said he knew right then and there he wanted to marry her. I think they've been married for about 5 years now. She's the adorable blonde who drives that screamin' black Mercedes over in your neighborhood.

Bill Gray,
Nice photo. You wife is very beautiful.
Mark and I have been married almost 27 years and we have what we call "date night." Usually a Friday or Saturday, and we dress up and go out for dinner, and maybe a movie, or music in the park, depending on where we are living.

I think I told the story of the sailer in the VA hospital that gave me pound of bacon. No, I didn't go out with him, wasn't allowed to anyway.

Firenze, love you and all, but if that is the most romantic story you can tell about your ex-boyfriend, I insist you change your mind and let me set you up with my neighbor's nephew--the doctor! Much better than daybeggar!

When we were first dating I was working for straight commission and was waiting for the check. So the pantry was a bit low. My husband (boyfriend, then) had been laid off a while and had taken a job selling cars on commission, too. He was a broke as I was. He came to my apartment the Friday he got his first commission check, we were watching tv with my kids (5 and 8). I heard him in the kitchen pouring his coffee and taking a while. Soon he came out and said he was going to the store around the corner to get gas in his car. He was gone for the longest time. When he came back he'd spent his check on a whole trunk full of groceries for my kids. I mean, the man STOCKED my pantry. My kids still remember the Kit Kats. (Hey, I didn't say it was stocked with healthy food!)

That's kept me from performing pillow therapy on him many times over the years....