Romantic Moment on the Brougham Bridge - William Rowan Hamilton

[Evo]

I can honestly say that the most romantic day of my life was a day that Tsu and I went on a picnic together; alone. We had been dating for a short time, but that afternoon we found a cozy spot in the mountains north of LA, it was a beautiful day, and to put it simply, we fell in love; and we did what people do when they fall in love. When I got home, my room-mate - a girl with whom I'd grown up -took one look at me and knew immediately that I was in love. She knew before I even completely realized what had happened.

<sniff> wow <sob> That was beautiful!

Well, I've given up on ever finding love.

 

[Danger]

the conversation that led up to Mr. Right's flash of realization has been recorded, which is available for a small fee to help pay for the years of SOS's therapy, who was deeply scarred.

Maybe I should buy a copy of that so I'll know what not to say to you.

Ah... Some girls just don't know a diamond (or claddagh?) when they hold it in their hand.

Should have just offered her a turtle instead.

I can honestly say that the most romantic day of my life was a day that Tsu and I went on a picnic together; alone.

That's the way things should happen; you're among the 1% or so of the poplulace for whom it actually did. (Where's the smilie for envy?)

I wonder what made him think of wave equations...?

They must have been in a boat. Waterbeds hadn't been invented yet.

I talked about bowling. Bowling!? BOWLING!? [PLAIN]http://www.wernergut.de/smilies/anim/an254.gif[/img[/QUOTE]
Stick to what you know. If she showed interest, then it was the right thing to do. Anyhow... SOS said that you're married, so something must have worked out right. (You realize that you have to agree with that in case your wife reads these things.)

 

[meteor]

Mine is the first time I ever kissed a girl. JFYI, it was a kiss with tongue

 

[Ivan Seeking]

Well, I've given up on ever finding love.

Never!

Hey don't get me wrong, after 20 years of marriage I sleep with one eye open and I've learned to keep Tsu away from the weapons. But we do still love each other.

 

[Astronuc]

A cute joke to lighten up this thread.

A boy is about to go on his first date, and is nervous about what to talk about. He asks his father for advice. The father replies: My son, there are three subjects that always work. These are food, family, and philosophy.

The boy picks up his date and they go to a soda fountain. Ice cream sodas in front of them, they stare at each other for a long time, as the boy's nervousness builds.

He remembers his father's advice, and chooses the first topic. He asks the girl: "Do you like spinach?" She says "No," and the silence returns.

After a few more uncomfortable minutes, the boy thinks of his father's suggestion and turns to the second item on the list. He asks, "Do you have a brother?" Again, the girl says "No," and there is silence once again.

The boy then plays his last card. He thinks of his father's advice and asks the girl the question: "If you had a brother, would he like spinach?"

 

[Ivan Seeking]

LOL, that was good.

 

[Evo]

A cute joke to lighten up this thread. The boy then plays his last card. He thinks of his father's advice and asks the girl the question: "If you had a brother, would he like spinach?"

I dated that guy.

 

[Zantra]

There was this one girl that I really liked in high school. I was kind of a nerd. Everyone knew who I was, but I wasn't exactly popular. She was beautiful and intelligent and a cheerleader. She was very popular. I didn't have the courage to ask her out.

She called me up once and asked for help with some homework. She didn't need any help with her homework. I had never given her my number. She must have found the number in the phone book. It wouldn't have been very difficult. My last name is rare and my first name is the same as my father's.

In my senior year we had a math class together. I would go to class early and sit there by myself waiting for class to begin, looking over my homework. Every morning I went to class she was in the hall talking with her friends. Eventually I would come into the class and she would come in a minute or two later and her friends were still out in the hallway. We sat there at separate tables hardly ever speaking for the five minutes before class.

I always said stupid things when I spoke with her. She always dressed very nicely and one time she had on this nice spring hat. I said "I like your hat." Later from her friends I heard that she thought I didn't like her hat. Another time she said something about cold showers making her sleepy. I said "That would make you cold-blooded." I don't think she took that very well either. I just never knew what to say around her and was always nervous. Another time we were having our picture taken in the local paper with about half a dozen other classmates. I couldn't smile because my lips wouldn't stay still. I had to bite my lip to stop it from shaking. The picture came out all goofy looking and one of my teachers pointed it out in class while she was there.

Another time I happened to be walking by and she was talking with a friend. She was dating a guy on the football team and her friend was trying to convince her to have sex with him. Talk about bad timing. I could have gone without hearing that.

All this happened over about 3 of the 4 years I was in high school. About a year after high school I found that I couldn't stop thinking about her and what would have happened if I had approached her. How different would my life have been? So I found her address from the school yearbook and wrote her a long letter. I waited about 2 weeks and didn't hear anything. (I had moved from MA to AZ) I got her phone number and called up. She asked how I was doing and I asked if she got my letter. She hung up the phone. I called back about a dozen times but she wouldn't speak with me. A few weeks later I got a short, direct letter from her. She was engaged to the the football player that she was dating in high school.

I took it pretty hard. He was a decent guy. I don't blame him. But I hated myself for not saying anything when I had the chance. The last time I saw her was 13 years ago, but I still think of her occasionally. It feels like a dull ache or maybe a thin veil over everything that makes the world look a little less real.

This could be my story almost word for word- except her boyfriend played basketball. We had a french class together in 8th grade. She used to cheer me on when I was running track in gym when we got to high school. I never even got the courage to talk to her,save once or twice- and let me just say that your comments were of the don juan caliber compared to the utterly horrifying and comical attempts at conversation I made with her. And I never tried to contact her until years later- of course she was married. But if it makes you feel any better, high school relationships rarely work out-that's what I tell myself anyhow. That and that she will probably turn into a cow after she has her first kid-it gets me by:P

Bleh- I'm happy now with the one I'm with, no point in lamenting something that could have ended up being a life-scarring event. Ok where's my beer?

 

[franznietzsche]

Well, I've given up on ever finding love.

Welcome to the club.

 

[Huckleberry]

I wouldn't say I'm scarred. Maybe something more like mild arthritis. I think the reason it still bothers me is because I haven't found anything to replace it yet and I'd rather hang onto it than feel nothing. I think the story is fairly common, which is pretty sad.

 

[Zantra]

someone wise once imparted this sentence on me and I've generally found it to be true:

As soon as you stop looking for love, love will find you.

IOW, being comfortable with yourself and not "needing a relationship" is a powerful aphrodisiac. Of course some of you will say this is utter BS- if so, can't help you

 

[Evo]

Welcome to the club.

You're too young to become bitter and jaded, that's for old folk like me.

 

[Moonbear]

someone wise once imparted this sentence on me and I've generally found it to be true:

As soon as you stop looking for love, love will find you.

IOW, being comfortable with yourself and not "needing a relationship" is a powerful aphrodisiac. Of course some of you will say this is utter BS- if so, can't help you

Only those who stumbled into love after they stopped looking say that.

 

[icvotria]

Ever since this thread started I've been racking my brains trying to recall my most romantic moment but couldn't come up with one. I've had romantic moments, just none that particularly stick out. But now I've got it. It's not boy-girl romantic, but it's just about as lovely as anything could possibly be. I live by myself, with just two fish and a beautiful ginger cat to keep me company (and wonderful company they are.) Last night I couldn't sleep for the life in me. When dawn came and all the birds started singing, my cat jumped onto the window sill and started making these really weird, clipped miaows. At first I thought she was ill or somehting, but she looked nice and happy, so I stopped worrying and went back to tossing and turning. But she kept on making these weird noises, I'll try and write them, 'mchrr', that looks right, over and over. Then this crow went 'caw!' and my cat went 'mchraw!' My cat wants to be a bird! She was totally copying them! Thinking 'my cat wants to be a bird' to myself was the best feeling in the whole world.

 

[The_Professional]

One spring day, as Mr. Right took a stroll with SOS in the park of Main Street, USA the fear of commitment suddenly overtook him. Mr. Right was so overwhelmed by the emotion he had a movement, which ultimately left his pants permanently stained.

So Mr. Right is committment phobic? then how can he be Mr. Right...must be the challenge thing working its magic

 

[Moonbear]

I'm convinced that my most romantic moment won't make a lick of sense to anyone, so that's why I haven't shared it yet (maybe I will anyway when I have little time to stay put at my desk rather than running back and forth into the lab).

Then again, I'm still waiting to get swept off my feet with a better romantic moment.

 

[The_Professional]

Then again, I'm still waiting to get swept off my feet with a better romantic moment.

Do you like scary movies?

 

[Moonbear]

Do you like scary movies?

Yeah, why?

 

[franznietzsche]

someone wise once imparted this sentence on me and I've generally found it to be true:

As soon as you stop looking for love, love will find you.

IOW, being comfortable with yourself and not "needing a relationship" is a powerful aphrodisiac. Of course some of you will say this is utter BS- if so, can't help you

Its not utter BS, you're just oversimplifying it.

For example, i stopped looking for love a while ago. And i really have no need for a relationship. But combine a zero tolerance policy for emo BS involved in every relationship with an emotionally immature person (read: human being) and a love for computer work almost 24/7 and there's not much help that can be had.

 

[Math Is Hard]

I had my first kiss when I was 13. I was in the basement of one of my friends after school. On his stereo there was a song playing by a band called the Corgis, "Everyone's got to learn sometime". And that's when I learned what a kiss was like, and how sweet and soft it could be.
That was the most amazing, fantastic kiss of my life.

 

[Bladibla]

someone wise once imparted this sentence on me and I've generally found it to be true:

As soon as you stop looking for love, love will find you.

IOW, being comfortable with yourself and not "needing a relationship" is a powerful aphrodisiac. Of course some of you will say this is utter BS- if so, can't help you

I disagree. I stopped, and i didn't get one.

Although i don't want one anyway..

 

[Mk]

My most romantic moment.

This was my most romantic moment, but don't read it - I don't want anyone to know about it:

As I rounded the corner and began to approach my house, on my way home from the First National Bank - where I worked, I noticed a very old man on a tricycle. Based on looking at him, one would think that the country’s last Civil War Veteran was out for a joyride, and the hospital was searching in full fleet trying to find him and put him back on life support. As I was checking the mailbox he stopped and asked me a question.
“Excuse me,” he managed out of his dry, tired throat. His eyes looked older than his body; his haggard face looked like the leather on a pair of old cowboy boots. “Where is Sheryl Drive?”
I recognized the street name immediately; it was in the adjacent neighborhood.
“Well sir, if you go out of the subdivision and take a left, it is the very next neighborhood,” I instructed while pointing and indicating where he should go.
“Thank you.”
The frail man continued on his tricycle down the street. I grabbed the mail and continued on up my driveway into the house. Thoughts of the old man wouldn’t leave my mind. ‘What if he doesn’t get back?’ ‘What if he goes the wrong way?’ ‘What if he simultaneously has a seizure, stroke and heart attack after getting hit by a semi-truck while riding?’
With that entire process racing through my mind, my conscience hit me in the head with a baseball bat. I went back out to check on his progress. Sure enough, he had continued going around my neighborhood. I jogged across the block to him.
“Sir, you said you wanted to get to Sheryl Drive?” I asked once I had reached him.
He stopped and looked up at me. “Yes, I have gotten there?”
That was when I figured he’d need more than directions.
“Not quite. I can take you there if you’d like,” I implored.
“Please, I’m lost,” he told me again as if it was the first time. “I just wanted to get a little bit of exercise and now I don’t know where to go.”
It doesn’t take very long to get to where he needed to be. What was also nice was the fact that it was, quite possibly the most beautiful day in the history of Florida. I had nothing to do, and he had a desperate need of someone at the time. We got back to the front of the neighborhood, and as I told him to go left he veered into the road.
“Sir, it would be a lot easier on the sidewalk,” I blurted out as I grabbed the handle bar and guided him onto the gray pavement.
“Oh, it is. Thank you.” The man seemed to be senile. As he looked at the bank across the street, he asked if it was where I went to school. I told him it was, and he began to explain that he had grown up and gone to school in Wisconsin, and it was much colder there.
“The University of Wisconsin?” I asked him. He replied robotically as if he had told it a hundred times. “ No, I went up to 8th grade, it was all we could afford.”
"I though school was free back then too."
"It was," he muttered.

Once we got farther down the sidewalk I asked a little more about him. He explained that he worked in a factory for most of his life and he inhaled to many gas fumes. This resulted in him requiring 18 hours of oxygen every day. That really began to paint the picture of the situation: he should not have been outside exercising. I began to thank the city for putting the two subdivisions so close together.
We came to the entrance of his neighborhood, and turned inside.
“I live at 17…1712. I have a white station wagon but Dr. Johnson won’t let me drive it anymore,” he mumbled to me. The man peddled on into the neighborhood as more and more I realized how important it was to find his house. Once again, he and I were lucky. We got to his house quickly because it was the 3rd on the right. I flinched as he slowly got off of his tricycle, as if to catch him. He stood up and shook my hand.
“Thank you young man. Without you, I would have never made it home.” I believed him. He slowly put one foot in front of the other until he slid through the doorway into his house.
As I strode home, I shuddered off the thoughts of what could have happened to him had I not gone back out to check on him. My conscience smiled discreetly and kissed that bat. In my mind I kissed it too. I hoped the man hadn’t over-exerted himself. Knowing no idea how long he had been riding, I had no real gauge of his fatigue other than his appearance. Despite these things he was home, back where he belonged. I got back to mine. It seemed so stereotypical; like helping a lady cross the street or picking up dropped change. But it was enough for me. It was enough to make the day seem worthwhile. Tuesday laughed quietly in the wind.

 

[hypatia]

That was truly beautiful Mk.

 

[Artman]

I have a couple.

One night my wife and I danced to "our song" in our living room. :!)

I am a very slow mover, I'm not very good at reading whether a person likes me or not. One day, in high school, I was looking for a teacher and I went into his office. He wasn't there, but there was a girl that I thought was cute, but a few years younger than me, coming out, so I asked her if she had seen him. She said, "No." And although she could walk right by me and leave the room, she went around a bunch of stacked chairs and slipped out behind me. I thought, good grief, she can't stand me.

Turns out that she ran down the hall and said, "He talked to me, he talked to me!" to her friends. One of her friends was dating my best friend and she told him that I should ask her friend to the prom. I did. And to make a long story short, several years ago we danced to "our song" in our living room. :!)

 

[Huckleberry]

I have a couple.

One night my wife and I danced to "our song" in our living room. :!)

I am a very slow mover, I'm not very good at reading whether a person likes me or not. One day, in high school, I was looking for a teacher and I went into his office. He wasn't there, but there was a girl that I thought was cute, but a few years younger than me, coming out, so I asked her if she had seen him. She said, "No." And although she could walk right by me and leave the room, she went around a bunch of stacked chairs and slipped out behind me. I thought, good grief, she can't stand me.

Turns out that she ran down the hall and said, "He talked to me, he talked to me!" to her friends. One of her friends was dating my best friend and she told him that I should ask her friend to the prom. I did. And to make a long story short, several years ago we danced to "our song" in our living room. :!)

IACPWTWINWUMW
What did she see in you? Couldn't have been the sense of humor.

That's beautiful Artman. We should all be so fortunate.

 

[BobG]

I didn't even know my wife in high school even though we went to the same high school. She did know my sister, though. They were supposed to go to the library to work on a project, but wound up sitting up in my sister's room goofing off. Since they were supposed to be at the library, my future wife decided she'd better take a book home to cover her tracks. She took our 'M' encyclopedia, since that was the first letter of her name.

She never brought the book back!

A couple of years after I graduated, my parents moved to Louisiana. I started dating my wife a couple of years after that.

First time we visited my parents house after we were married, my wife remembered the encyclocpedia and realized she still had it in a box of her stuff at her Mom's house. She decided to bring it along with us. Sure enough, the encyclopedias were sitting in their book shelf, with a gap where the 'M' encyclopedia should be. We slipped the missing 'M' into place when no one was in the room, making the set complete again.

Sometimes, a complete set of encyclopedias is kind of romantic.

 

[Artman]

IACPWTWINWUMW
What did she see in you? Couldn't have been the sense of humor.

That's beautiful Artman. We should all be so fortunate.

I am a lucky guy. She is a sweetie. By the way, Sunday is our 23rd anniversary.

 

[Danger]

Sunday is our 23rd anniversary.

Okay guys... let's get those party smilies ready to rock the house down!

 

[Artman]

Okay guys... let's get those party smilies ready to rock the house down!

Part-tay!

 

[Astronuc]

I am a lucky guy. She is a sweetie. By the way, Sunday is our 23rd anniversary.

Artman, Congratulations!
I am exactly 2 weeks behind you - 23 years also.