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May 17, 2007
Romantic moments!
And why I am convinced that Lani and I are related.
So, if you read Lani and Fish's anniversary story, here, that pretty much sums up Oh Patient One and I. We're hopeless when it comes to dates, and have failed miserably to remember our wedding anniversary over the past *coughtwentypluscough* years.
Yes, we've been together that long, if we add the non married but together years to the actual married years. (I was a child bride, LOL.)
There are other *special occasions* we've forgotten over the years, too.
Valentine's Day. Not once, in all the years that I have known Oh Patient One, have we either bought presents or cards for Valentine's Day. Not because we don't have a romantic bone in our bodies, because we are both very sentimental. It's just that, well, do we need a special day to remind ourselves that we love each other? After all, why be boring and remember the official *I love you* day?
What I can tell you is that Oh Patient One makes wildly romantic gestures (wildly romantic to me, at any rate) when I least expect them. Like last year, our official twentieth year married, he surprised me with a secret anniversary gift--a long weekend in Romantic Paris. We'll always have Paris!
Like the times he's been away on a business trip to England or America, and returned with a feast of books that he knows I crave. It's hard getting books in English in the Netherlands, unless ordering online, and he knows how much I still miss having a huge Barnes & Noble store five minutes down the road.
Those times he's away in England, he always brings me back English blend tea. English tea is a much stronger brew than either the regular Dutch varieties available to me now, or the American varieties that were available to me during my American years--is this not just as romantic as flowers and chocolates?
Like the year we moved to Rotterdam, he bought me a squishy, totally huggable toy cat. I love cats, but because we don't know what the future will bring, or where we will move to, we can't adopt a real cat because of the suffering we might inflict. What if we had a real cat and we had to move to England? Quarantine just isn't something to take lightly, and my stuffed cat (whom I hug whilst watching TV, or when I'm blue) doesn't have to worry about that kind of thing.
Occasionally I show Oh Patient One my love by ironing his shirts. He knows how much I hate and detest any kind of ironing, so he understands how much it means as a gift from me to him. If I see a CD I know he wants, I don't wait for a special occasion to buy it for him--I'll get it right there and then. Or, I'll see a silly little something like a comic refrigerator magnet and buy that for him. One features a cartoon man holding up a glass of beer, along with the inscription, "Of course I love you. Now get me a beer!" (It's a joke - another one I bought him reads, "I am having my period and am therefore allowed to legally kill you, LOL). But do we really need to have a reason or way to be romantic?
So, enough about me. What alternative romantic gestures has your loved one made, chicklets? And what gestures do you make to your loved ones?
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Posted by Michelle at 2:37 PM | Comments (4)
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I consider taking out the trash without being asked to be the hottest form of foreplay ever. Put the new bag back in after taking the trash out? I'm liable to throw myself to the floor and yell "take me! take me now!" Needless to say, once Cowboy figured this out he began using it to his advantage quite often.
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at May 17, 2007 3:46 PM
LOL, Eileen!
Another way to get me in the mood is if a *certain someone* lugs all of the recyclable glass out of the apartment and down to the glass bank, about three minutes away across the road.
Who knew that trash and glass could be so hot?
Posted by: Michelle C at May 17, 2007 4:35 PM
I have always been a big believer in that its, “the little things that count”, cause that means you have been paying attention. After 30 odd years together, Motorcycle Man and I have never been too hung up on “dates”. I mean really, don’t bring me flowers on February 14th and ignore me the rest of the year. I just may beat you bloody with the dang things! LOL To list all the romantic gestures that he has done for me over the years would result in a blog of my very own, but the very first one, the one that showed me, (Lani will get this reference) that I had finally found my Darcy and not another Cleaver (thank you, Jesus) is this…
Motorcycle Man is not a coffee drinker at all, even to this day. I however, have no brain function without several morning cups. So I was totally astounded the morning after our first night together to find a shiny, brand new Mr. Coffee with all the necessary trimmings sitting on his kitchen counter.
Michelle, we are kindred spirits regarding ironing. However Motorcycle Man loves nothing better than putting on a crisp, pressed shirt. His shirts are the only things I have ever and will ever iron.
Another aside to Lani – the modern version of the 10th anniversary gift is that “girl’s best friend of all” --- diamonds. I’m just saying … ;-)
Posted by: Cindi at May 17, 2007 10:58 PM
He takes my truck and puts gas in it for me. And gets it washed. That's love, baby!
Posted by: Sheri at May 27, 2007 12:48 PM
