Okay, I'm going to chalk this up to the fact that I'm aged, and I've had a lot, well not a lot of relationships, but I did experience the 60s & 70s. Maybe people just aren't tuned in to romantic so much anymore. I had one boyfriend who was a musician and wrote a song for me. He never got to be really famous but did make his living playing guitar and writing music and I thought that was pretty romantic. My first husband used to pick me up after work sometimes when the weather was nice, with a loaf of some artisan bread, special cheese, fruit and wine in a basket, and we would go to a park where there were swans and paddle boats and have a picnic. After we were married, he would sometimes leave notes anywhere around the house - on mirrors, in drawers, on a pillow, in a book I was reading, just to say I love you or tell me something nice about me. I really miss that sometimes.
My second husband used to bring me single flowers for no particular reason; when we were first married and the children were younger, we used to go camping every year and once he found someone to stay with the kids and he took a canoe out on the lake at sunset with a bottle of wine - that was pretty romantic. Now we grow flowers in the garden and I'd be afraid to tip the canoe if I tried to get in it!
I was following my boyfriend home and we were each driving our own cars. We stopped at a red light in a left turn lane where there was a lady selling flowers on the median. Before the light could even turn green he had purchased a bouquet from his car and had it delivered to mine. He was rewarded later when we got to our destination.
My ex would buy me flowers or jewelry. But all I really wanted was him commitment to participating in our family. He thought gifts could buy me. So it's the gestures or words that mean the most to me, then and now. The sweetest thing my boyfriend said to me: "I've been waiting my whole life for you!"
There was a boy in my neighborhood who I had a crush on. We had just graduated from high school, and he was drafted and would be going to Viet Nam. He had a cat who had kittens and he had asked me if I wanted one when it was old enough. I loved cats and was crazy about a little black one. One day he came to my house with the little black kitten for me. We were sitting on the floor, playing with the kitty, and he kissed me. It really took my breath away. Not like a high school crush. Like an adult. He said he was sorry and shouldn't have kissed me, so I kissed him again. We ended up in my twin bed. It was my first experience, and it was beautiful. He flew out the next day, and was killed in Viet Nam. I never saw him again. I never regretted making love to him. To this day, I have never experienced anything so romantic.
He fairly regularly brings me vegetarian sushi as a surpise, for example. He pays attention to and cares about what I like, and shows that he thinks about me and wants to do nice things for me. That's the only kind of "romantic gesture" I care about.
She flew from a military base in Japan to South Carolina to meet me, and paid for our week stay at a cabin in Gatlinburg. I was 18 she was 31, both in our sexual prime n we broke the solid oak bedframe that week. I still wonder if she lost the deposit. Too bad she was married ? without kissin n tellin much further, I feel like no one is ever gonna love me like she did and that week of true happiness might be all I ever get. Still feel guilty for doin that to her husband though, he didnt seem like a bad guy, but we were deeply infatuated if not in love, somewhat convinced we could run off together. Circumstances just had us both quite lonely and we were there for each other at a tough time. I wasn’t just wanting to fuck a married woman or something. I plead temporary insanity. ?
Simple. Was dog tired and hurting from a day of helping a friend out. Saw the fatigue in my eyes and prodded me to the bed and gently rubbed shoulders to feet and back again .... next thing I knew,...it was morning and I felt fresh enough to have breakfast ready by the time she woke
I don't know if the most romantic thing ever but it used to charm the pants off of me.
These are ties. Idk why this just gets me...
Another lifetime ago one of my great loves & I were on the beach where he was catching the fast little night crabs for me to look at.
FF 10+ my late dh, knowing how I love them so, would bring praying mantids home from work for me to make pets of them He swore they were attracted to the chlorine cars.
Another time when we were on a road trip passing through Arkansas he caught a female luna moth at a rest stop for me. (I feel bad about that one now, to this day, but that's another story).
On my behalf? I'm sure there were many things that I can't seem to remember at the moment... One time one Valentine's Day, with my girlfriend at the time said "just get me something pink", so I went to the grocery store looking for something pink... I brought her a package of shrimp - and she loved it!
We also went to Seattle, specifically to ride the South Lake Union Trolly, "SLUT" for short, because that's what lovers do (we both despise V Day). That name was in the news for weeks, locally, as everyone was selling Ride The SLUT t-shirts to the embarrassment of city planners.
It's now called "Seattle Streetcar". I still have the T-shirt.
My ex-wife bought me a sci-fi book she thought I might like and it became one my enduring favorites. I felt very "known" by her in that moment, and appreciative that she made the effort to find out what I might like. It turned out to be something of a lucky guess, but I liked the feeling anyway.
I always found the small things my ex did to be the most romantic. Like, when I first discovered smoothies from Smoothie King, I was sleeping in one morning and she woke me up with an extra large one. I mean, we regularly did big romantic things for one another. But really, it was the small things that stuck with me the most.
And that’s what I want in a relationship. Someone to share the small things with.