The Sweetest Thing

I know this board isn't all just mindless fucking (don't get me wrong, it's fun), but where's the romance?!

Chivalry isn't dead, it's just ignored. With that said, I want to know what's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to you and/or what's the sweetest thing you ever told someone...



..and did you get laid?

You're such a romantic.

Well Sunday I woke up hung over and puking. My boyfriend had bread in a baggie and water by the bed. Now how's THAT for romance?

I let my actions speak for themselves. Talk is cheap.

Singing, however, speaks volumes. Especially when there are words in the song.

[Edited on Apr 22, 2004 by MisterSatan]

Well...UnnesssesaryZ won't want me to say, so you should just ask him...

"You got a black girl booty". Awww!

"Stick it in my dirty ass..."

i thought for a minute this thread was going to be about that terrible, terrible movie.

you sing?

[Edited on Apr 22, 2004 by dravenraine]

i wish it was

No clue what happened there. See below:

[Edited on Apr 22, 2004 by wingedyouth]

drove 16 fucking hours straight to St. Louis, stood outside her front window, called her cell phone at midnight, just as it became valentine's day, and she opened the curtain, I was there with a rose, standing in the snow wearing the scarf she knitted me.

And yes.

[Edited on Apr 22, 2004 by wingedyouth]

This almost moved me. Wait, you're not making this up, are you?

I do- ask SGSeattle, and maybe one of them will post on the actual boards!

I've done many sweet things. I'm a romantic at heart, even if I don't always seem that way.

The sweetest thing ever done for me wasn't from a boyfriend or love interest. My good friend, Josh, knowing how much pain I was going through during a breakup, ordered me into the car. He drove me to Oasis, since I'd never been to a hot tub place.

We sat in the tub, and he rubbed my shoulders and brushed my hair and held me while I cried. The hot water was so soothing, and it wasn't sexual at all. It was like a giant chamber of safety at a time I desperately needed it.

I still thank him for talking me into that.

Nope. Then we went to City Museum that night, which was quite possibly the coolest place I have ever been in my life.

Woke up beside her after a night of drinking and snuggling and she asked me what I was thinking. I told her I was thinking how happy I was and didn't ever want to move.

And no, I didn't.

Do snotty comments count? After all I only attack counter-productive retorts.

FYI you have the voice of an angel.

kissing someone else made me realize I didn't want to be with anyone else.


it's sweet when you think about it.

You flatter me, sir. You also have excellent taste.

*bows to your honor*

"you had me at hello"

I once told a girl "You don't sweat much for a fatty."

She told me I don't bleed much for a person with all my face skin under her fingernails.

[Edited on Apr 23, 2004 by Jeff_Fries]