My husband is really the only guy who ever did anything romantic for me. But it is part of his nature, and so I have a few to mention. When we were dating, my Grandfather's wife died, she had been really ill and she didn't care too much for my Grandpa's kids (He wasn't home one day and she wouldn't let my uncle in the house.) At any rate, my Grandpa moved to her dream location, built her the dream house, and lost touch with us. My mom, aunt and I decided to go and support him through the funeral. I hadn't seen him in years, and the last time was right at the beginning of puberty. You know, gawky. The first thing he said to me was "I'm glad you turned out pretty, I was worried for a while." and later he talked about a young boy that he and his wife knew who was "like our grandson." He talked about attending all his baseball games etc, and of course I got upset since he always forgot my bday. As that conversation was ending, my phone rang. It said anonymous call, but I answered, and it was my bf(we are now married). We had barely been dating, but he let me cry it out and then when I got home, I went to his apt and he had bought me a teddy bear and wrote a really cute note with it.
When I went back to college a few monthes later, we lived 90 miles apart. He came to visit and went to my apt while I was at work, and his sweet love notes around the apt for me. Like behind the milk. haha. I smile just thinking about it. He still leaves me notes.
And a note to all the married women who will understand the beauty of this one, he is so good at helping with the house and he rubs my feet, daily when I have been pregnant. He even puts our oldest boy to bed. And just one more, for my bday, he bought a journal, and for about a month and a half before he gave it to me, he wrote his feelings about me and our life together, and some poetry. I got lucky, his romance is part of him, and didn't get lost. This got really long, sorry.
Today is NOT your day to be the Dictator.