I’m a closet romantic.
Yes folks, deep down inside there is a soft little fuzzy kitten just waiting to find someone to snuggle with.
I know it’s not cool.
Or even useful.
But there you have it.
I’ve done some romantic things in my life.
I held an Easter Egg hunt in a tree house hotel room filled with Easter eggs containing sweet little compliments and promises.
- Good for one backrub
- I love your dedication and drive
- Good for one home cooked meal of your choice
For another boyfriend I got a cocktail book autographed by the author so he’d have it for his collection.
And I’ve driven literally THOUSANDS of miles to hang out with the men I loved – especially Steve, Jay, and Luke – just because I wanted to be with them.
I mean, throw in a couple of 30 minute blow jobs and you’ve got me nailed to a tee.
Couldn’t help myself.
[Hope my mom didn’t read that!]
In the end, it would be nice to be a little more romantic and a little less bawdy.
Bottom line is – it’s not like I’m incapable of romantic gestures.
I just don’t have the outlet.
Just prepare yourself for a tsunami of sex and romance when it does happen.