With the end of summer we thought that if would be nice to spread a little happiness and see if we can get some love in the air with a Little Singles Break, and so where would better than to go to the city of love itself – Paris.
On Saturday, 10th of October we’re are going to be taking a group of singletons from the UK for a day of fun and potential match making in Paris. The details of the day are going to be kept as a surprise until nearer the date but if you fancy doing something different and want to join us then here’s what you have to do…..
Leave us a comment telling us either a) the most romantic thing you’ve done for someone b) Your worst date ever or c) complete this sentence ‘You know its love when…’
We will then pick the best/ funniest/ original entries to join us for a Little Singles Trip to Paris.
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the most romantic thing I’ve done was to book surprise tickets for the European Champions Final in Milan for my (then) boyfriend a few years ago. His team lost but he still took me on to Venice afterwards as a thank you.
You know it’s love when your boyfriend has the bad habit of snoring every night… and you think it’s cute!
My worst date ever was when my date said she’d cook dinner for me. I was expecting a culinary extravaganza. The candles set the mood, the wine whetted my appetite. I was served Pot Noodles (beef and tomato flavour).
You know it’s love when the butterflies don’t want to leave.
You know its love when…
You have the ‘is it acceptable to fart in front of each other’ discussion.
My worst ever date involved me being kidnapped, struck over the head with a one litre glass bottle of vodka, bitten, and then having to spend the rest of the evening at a police-station providing details, whilst my date was taken to a psychiatric hospital for assessment.We didn’t see each other again.
The most romantic thing Ive done for someone was driving 400 miles from Glasgow to London to be there for 8am-ish when she got up, I made her a top birthday breakfast – Eggs Benedict, give her her presents and take her out for the day for a picnic and a lovely walk and explore day! Then drove back to Glasgow in the small hours the next day to get to work…tiring but so worth it just to see the smile light up her face!
My worst date ever – meeting a girl in Twickenham for a date; food, drink etc…her getting so drunk that I had to carry her back to her diggs on my back, she kept sliding off, I almost dropped her so many times which she thought was HILARIOUS – then she threw up all over me while we were almost back at her room – and she still was after a snog after vomiting!
You know its love when the merest thought of seeing that person makes you weak at the knees with joy!
My worst, worst date was 2 years ago when my ex, who was living in Lille, convinced me during a phone call to book Eurostar that day to go through to for a drum and bass night.
I arrived and a few of us went to the DnB night, it was rubbish so around 7 of us went back to the flat for a small party. I woke up at 4am in bed with my ex who was busy having sex with another guy…reminded me why it was we broke up in the first place!
You know it’s love when…you consider giving up a couple of pairs of shoes so he can share some warbrobe space
The worst date I had was a blind date. I had been given a photo of the chap and told a bit about him. He looked cute, 5 9″, arty, funny, all sounded good. I had put on my best heels as I am fairly short. We planned to meet and head to an art gallery. When I first clamped eyes on him I realsied not only do photos lie but so do men! He was shorter than me (when wearing my heels im no more than 5 6″)and looked completely different. Worse still, when he opended his mouth he sounded like a pre pubescent boy. I tried to give the date a try but it just wasn’t working, I left after an hour!
The most romantic thing I have ever done? I was twelve years old, I got up early one Saturday morning around Easter and caught a bus to my local town to buy a a gift for the girl I was ‘in love’ with.
I went to a brilliant little chocolaterie and had an egg made with her name on the front, got it gift wrapped and took it home.
At school on Monday morning, I couldn’t pluck up the courage to give it to her, so I went to the headteacher and fabricated a story about forgetting my locker key (which had my gym bag in it). He trustingly lent me the ‘master key’ which I used to open up her locker and place the egg inside to surprise her.
After returning the key and heading back to my tutor room for registration, she came up to me to say hello. My friend who also fancied her and told her how I felt and she came to tell me that she didn’t feel the same. I laughed it off and told her that my friend was messing around!
I had to leg it back down to the headteachers office, steal the key and take the egg back before she found it.
most romantic thing: to put a box of strawberry fizzy laces in the letter box, after he finished a project for when he got back
Most romantic thing was walking along the beach in torrential downpour talking and talking and talking and then getting changed into our swimming costumes to drive home!
You know it’s love when you are invited to Paris, not by Easyjet, but on Eurostar, Leisure Select.
You know its love when… you steal food from their plate and they still answer your phone calls.
Most romantic date (well, one of the gems)…
When I was 18, living in Australia.. my girlfriend was leaving to go home to Holland. we’d been together for only 8 months, but at that age, it’s an eternity right?
Anyhoo, for one of her last nights.. I had a car meet her from home to take her to downtown Sydney. Arriving at her fav bar (overlooking Darling Harbour) we met up and drank cocktails and reminisced over our time together and the adventures we’d shared.
following that, we took a stroll through the harbour (it really is quite pretty) ending up at center point tower.
There’s two restaurants there, both revolving and giving magnificent views of Sydney.. one, a buffet ‘family friendly’ affair and the other, a more intimate kind. There we went to the latter and as she lead she found the dozen red roses I had waiting for her on the table.
Grinning like school kids (well, we practically were) we ate some of the best food I’ve ever tasted and were entertained with live music, breathtaking views and each others gaze.
Dragging ourselves away, I had a car waiting to drive us to take a private boat ride in the harbour.. chilly, but we had each other to keep warm.
Finally ending up back at our place around 1am, tired, more in love than we’d ever been and happy that we had one last memory to share…
But that was a lifetime ago…
My boyfriend at the time was short of time and very hassled. He loved to organise little treats for other people but no one seemed to return the favour. So I thought up little ” I owe you”s and wrote them on tiny parchments…they were for things like ” I owe you a massage” and ” I owe you a neck rub” and ” I owe you a trip to see a film of your choice” and so on….all inside a beautiful velvet lined wooden box that he loved.
I also included one for ” I owe you a belly dance” and included some little cymbals that I would use for the dance I had been learning. I gave it to him for his birthday with a book which listed things I liked about him and places I will also remember because of him. He loved it and we had a great time opening each little parchment.
My [ex]girlfriend had some exams coming up and she was feeling very a bit depressed / stressed / home sick but with only two weeks until her exams started there wasn’t really time for her to head back home to Africa to visit her family…
After a bit of research I found out that Longleat had a Safari park so I managed to borrow a car and whisked her away from London to the Longleat without her having any idea where she was going…
Somehow I doubt her village back home had any tigers or elephants but I think she appreciated the sentiment and couldn’t stop talking about it for ages… For me it was great to see her happy without the stress of revision even though I did get into trouble as the monkeys managed to damage the car – but I guess at least it wasn’t a rhino
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You know it’s love when… you both want the same things on a menu… but you make it doubly good by ordering two different meals and swapping half-way through so you can have a try of each. The best of both worlds!
You know it’s love when your boyfriend lends you his shoes to walk home in from a club after your heels have hurt your feet too much to even stand in them, and he walks in his socks, carrying your heels. And purse. With his jacket around your shoulders. And doesn’t complain, or mock the silliness of women’s clothing once.
A few years back a blind date suggested we meet up and go to eat at the Oxo Tower. I scrubbed up and wandered down to the South Bank, pretty darned impressed and pretty darned excited. Only to be taken to EAT at the Oxo Tower. And he didn’t even pay for my sandwich. I didn’t see him again.
My worst date ever was when I was asked out for dinner on a second date. I wasn’t even that keen but thought I should give him a second chance.
He chose a really expensive restaurant which I’d never been to before and said would I mind if he ordered? To which I replied of course not. He chose the wine, four sharing starters, three main courses (of which I could only eat a mouthful as I was so full from the starter) and a pudding.
When the bill came I naturally offered to make a contribution and he said ‘that’d be great, why don’t we split it’. The bill was over £300!!!! So I got out my credit card and tried not to wince. As we left, he said ‘that was fun, shall we do it again’. To which I smiled politely and said ‘No, I don’t think so’.
Sometimes first impressions really are correct!
You know its love when you wake up beside your special someone in the morning, with their hair all disheveled and their breath far from being fresh, yet as they lean in for a kiss before they go to the bathroom to relieve themselves, none of that matters and all that crosses your mind is just how lucky you are to be with this person and what you can make them for breakfast that will make them feel special.
The most romantic thing if you can call it that was burying a shirt for someone. 1994 and I had been a volunteer on a kibbutz in Israel for a little while. I was hung up on a girl but we had basically fallen out and there was not much more I could say or do. It came time for me to return home but I spent a long time writing a letter and wrapping up one of my favourite shirts ever, a purple paisley type thing. Her name was Lilach (basically Lilac in english).
Anyway – I wrapped it all up and buried it tucked away somewhere in an old ammo box. Left Israel and got on with things back here. I eventually touched base with her ( a year or so later) and sent her a map to find the bloody thing. She couldn’t find it. After a good map and instructions , still no luck.
SO !- I took a holiday with a few mates and popped back. Borrowed a pick axe, went digging one night, found the box and gave it to her. It didn’t change anything really and I don’t think she was even that impressed with the shirt.
Hey ho – the things you do when you are young……
You know it’s love when you crash out in bed with mysterious ‘headaches’ and are snoring before there’s any pillow talk, glare at each other across the kitchen table, go out for dinner to have an argument and fight over who does the most housework…yes?
You know it’s love when your heart skips a beat every time you lay eyes on him…even after years of togetherness, bad habits and some disappointments!
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You know it is love… when all rational thought goes out the window!
a) the most romantic thing you’ve done for someone…
I once wooed someone by sending them a single white rose (one a week for 3months – he was a boss that visited only once a week.) He hadnt a clue at first who it was sending him the roses, although we had flirted with each other alot during this time. Viola! It worked! and we actually spent 3years together. He said he was flattered at receiving a flower from a woman its usually the other way round! Why should it be?
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b) Worst date ever.. I joined a dating agency a few months back, which I have since left as I discovered it catered mainly for much older people than myself, and was sent a profile of what appeared to be a really nice chap. Suffice to say we met a week or so later and I swear he looked nothing like his picture! He had joined this agency a few years back and never had his picture updated or any of the information updated on his profile! So not only was he much older than I had been led to believe, but he had the cheek after a couple of drinks to tell me that he wasn’t sure I was right for him and that we probably wouldn’t work out but would I fancy going back to his place for some action! Not surprisingly I made a quick exit….
Love is a hunger for more…
I’d say the most romantic thing I’ve done is save up for what felt like an eternity to take my girlfriend of the time to Moulin Rouge in Paris with a table and champagne right down the front. Totally worth it for the look on her face!
I went on a second date with a guy to go to the cinema and suggested he find us somewhere to eat. He called me to say he was in an O’Neils – had I heard of it, it was ‘very reasonable’. His post date romantic drinking venue was a crowded Belgos bar and he rounded off the evening with the suggestion that our next date should involve me cooking him dinner!
You know it’s love when they come half way across London to rub your back while you’re vomiting in the middle of a Royal Park.
You know it is love….. WHEN NOTHING ELSE MATTERS!!!!!!!
You know it’s love when you’re at a party and the sight of them across the room fills you with joy.
The most romantic thing I’ve ever done was after the first holiday I had with my ex boyfriend. We had made a road trip around the North Island of New Zealand and when we got home I collaged over a tin using the map of our travels and photos.
The worst date I ever had was a third date with a guy that I was kind of lukewarm about. We went to a restaurant that had an all you can eat buffet (in our defense we were very young). He ate so much that he literally made himself sick and that was the end of that really.
The worst thing that ever happened to me on a date was a culmination of too much alcohol, nowhere near enough to eat and massive amounts of over-excitement about what might happen at the end of the eveing…In hindsight, had I known the outcome of the night I’d have stayed at home and read a book on Roman Architecture.
I’d arraged to meet this gorgeous girl. Really hot. I’ve always made a concious effort not to label a night out with a member of the opposite sex a ‘date’, I hate the word. Somehow though, this evening had been christened with that horrid title and it made me massively nervous. So I got really, really drunk…on my own… before I’d even met with her. Worst of all I’d chosen cider as my dutch-courage-inducing tipple. It certainly gave me confidence, blind, slurring, stumbling confidence. I managed to just about blag my way through the meal with her, but the wine she ordered sent me over the edge.
The next thing I know, I’m being pulled out of a bed by a really angry guy in a towel, having my shoes thrown at me by a confused girl (who had been next to me in the bed) and then being man-handled out into the landing of a house I’d never seen before. I picked up my shoes and tentatively walked downstairs into an alien lounge. What the HELL was happening and where was I? My head was pounding so I lay down on the sofa and tried to concentrate on not being sick. Conveniently there was a duvet laid out there and I quickly fell asleep again.
It turns out that that by the end of the meal I’d been so drunk I couldn’t stand. The girl I’d been with had given up trying to get my home address out of me and had kindly taken pity on me by putting me up on her sofa for the evening. Somehow I had managed to sleep-walk up to her flatmate’s room at the exact time her boyfriend had got up to have a shower, making myself comfortable next to his beloved in the bed. I’d also arranged my shoes neatly on the pillow between our heads. What I was thinking and how this happened I will never know but I still get the odd text from her reminding me of the worst date of all time.
Love is a four letter word
You know its love when the guy let’s you share his food!
You know its love when you can picture the kids even though you hate kids!
You know it’s love when you can’t get that insane grin off your face
By the end of this first date, he had borrowed all the money he spent on the night from me. By ordering shots despite my protests and having sneaky chasers at the bar, he ended up so drunk he never made it to the cash machine to pay me back. I didnt return the texts he sent afterwards. Six months later after a brief nod of recognition while passing on a busy street, he had the audacity to try again, sending a text that obviously implied he thought he still might have a chance??!!
You know its love when… you realise all your friends have left you, your mates haven’t rung you in a month and your last ten calls are all from her.
Worst date ever – Having said a little bit about myself, his response was to ask me what time the bar closed because he had to catch the last train. Then, during my attempts to make conversation, he checked his watch and yawned constantly – I wouldn’t have minded, but it was a speed date! The longest three minutes of my life!
my worst date ever was when you feel your beginning to like each other and are having an intimate moment and out of no where she pulls a bible out and uses the words sin, repent and god far too much
You know its love when you can’t breath without him
a)The most romantic thing I have done for my first boyfriend was spending 2 months before Valentine ‘s day try to knit a scarf and a shirt . I am a tomboy kind of girl back then , I didnt know how to cook or knit anything. I lived in Wood Green back then and had to go all the way to Oxford every Sunday to get the knitting lesson from one of my older female friend. I remember she used to tel me just give it to her to finish because it took her longer to correct what i had done than doing it herself. But thank god, i finally finished after two month. I prepared a romantic candlic dinner for him on the special day and took him to London Eye and make him wear the scarf n the shirt there. Unfortunately the scarf was a bit too big for him :p.
b)My worst worst worst date ever was back then in Feb 2009 . I always have a myspace account but do not check it very often. One day I opened it and got a mail from this blonde man, looking very tone and tan. We started talking on myspace as he sounded really cool and mature eventhou he listed his age as smaller than me 1 year and I normally dont like younger guy. Well, all I know about him were he is 20, his mum is French and his dad is from Maritus( in his picture he looks 100% white) , hes now studying Fashion part time, and working part time as apprentice for J’ean paul gaultier. We kept talking for about 1 month and decided to meet up . The day before we met he said he would go to the SUNBED to get tan ( remember he said he want to get tan ok?) . I was a bit nervous because this was the first time I would meet someone consider themself as fashionable so I spent long time to choose what to wear and do my hair to look abit mroe glamourous than normal. Turn out while I was waiting in Trocadero , a Indian man turn up , with a pair of inexpensive jeans and out of date jacket ( not that I judge people’s clothes but he said he works in fashion) . The INDIAN man tried to put on an accent and dragged me to sushi with him ( was the worst sushi I have had cos the person did put on a big lie to me and since im a very nice person, I couldnt confront him why he did that ) . In the meal, I even asked him if he did go to the sunbed yeterday and he said yes, he spent 30 minute in the sunbed. OMG, Indian man in the sunbed. I ended the meal quickly and make an excuse to go home. No more internet dating for me.
c) I know its love when I kiss him and I feel the electricity between me and him. I know its love when hes away and miss the date and I said I would not see him anymore , but then I still take him back when he said hes sorry. I know its love when My mind doesnt work the way it used to control my heart before with other people
a) the most romantic thing you’ve done for someone?
I once asked a Beau this, thinking it would be the time I nursed his hangover vomit, or perhaps when I *made* the periodic table for his birthday cake. Nope.
“When you cleaned my toilet for me, it showed you cared”
Personally, I thought it showed I had toilet standards…
b) Your worst date ever
I went home with some one else while he was at the bar. Oops.
c) complete this sentence ‘You know its love when…’
…You can’t remember what they look like.
One of the most romantic things I’ve done was when my girlfriend had to go away for a fortnight, and we weren’t sure we’d be able to keep in touch by phone. So I wrote her 14 individually numbered notelets, some with little presents inside, and gave them to her before she left – so that she’d have a message to open from me each day that she was away.
I knew it was love when she did exactly the same thing…
The most romantic thing I’ve done for someone… When I was 13 I fell in love for the first time ever and the most fantastic thing was it was love for him. He was my first love, my first kiss, well my first everything really…lol! Anyway, 4 months into euphoria his mother got a job in Italy and a few months later they moved there. I was devastated and so was he. We stayed in touch for ages after he moved. When I was 14 and he was 16 we ran away from home. Him away from Italy and I from Sweden to meet up in Germany. It was terrifying, exciting and a fantastic adventure. It didn’t work out in the end on account of the police, our parents and everyone else..lol! But while it lasted, it was amazing. He set a standard for me when it comes to love that I have never compromised on.
You know its love when…its crazy, irrational, euphoric and feels right. Its amor when you can be with someone, share everything with them and still retain the essence of yourself. Its love when you can hear Puccini’s Nessun Dorma when you kiss.
a) the most romantic thing you’ve done for someone
Took a special guy to the zoo and sneaked a card into his bag… he never knew it was there and was so impressed
Hid a ring in a cake and for a guy, but he nearly choked on it.
b) Your worst date ever…
I set up with a guy and my friends asked me to describe my ideal date and I said a real man, into motorbikes and stuff, sport and real London the markets and the bits you do not see in soho… but with the sense of humor of Alan Carr and Al Murray, the guy looked so like Alan Carr it was un real and we were so different he liked cats, I like dogs.. Anyway he went to the bathroom and came back and said I have paid the bill this really is not going to work enjoy your meal bye..
c) complete this sentence ‘You know its love when…
When they keep you awake at night, dot, dot, dot… and you can not wait to see them in the morning…
Matthew needs a sexy guy!!
The most romantic thing I ever did was several years ago now but my then boyfriend loved Kinder Egg Surprises (yes, I was over the age of 18 and so was he!). He also loved Bon Jovi. Anyway, it was his birthday and I planned to get some of the said Bon Jovi tickets but, unfortunately by the time I had enough money to book some tickets they had all sold out. I told him, he was disappointed blah blah blah. Anyway, by chance I managed to get hold of some but rather than tell him I bought him a kinder egg surprise “to make up for it”(okay so I thought a 50p egg would make up for a ticket at that age, hmm! So innocent in those days). He picked the egg out of the two I had in my hand but magically there were two Bon Jovi tickets in the little yellow prize bit in the middle of his one. I had painstakingly unwrapped the egg, pulled it apart, popped them in and then “soldered” it back together and rewrapped it. I think he was kinda chuffed
And I think it was dead romantic !!!
You know it’s love when you accidentally get really trollied on your birthday and your boyfriend flags down a passing car to get you home, carries you up the stairs, puts you in his bed and sleeps on the floor.
It’s slightly less romantic when you consider that no cabs would take me, he gave the passing car driver all the money from my purse, he had to get his mates to help carry me up the stairs, he wouldn’t share the bed with me out of disgust and he created fake vomit to try and shame me the next day!
The most romantic thing I’ve ever done could also rank as one of the worst dates ever. But I was only eighteen so perhaps I might be forgiven.
Because my girlfriend was working that night, I pretended that I ‘didn’t do valentines day’ so she didn’t feel she was missing out on anything. Also, I knew that by pretending to not care about v-day, the surprise when I did make a big fuss would be that much greater.
Firstly, I set about contacting her boss and arranging with him to let her off work early. She worked in a restaurant and even though they were mad busy her boss kindly relented to let her leave at 9.00 which I thought quite generous.
Then I arranged with her parents to let me use their house so I could cook my girlfriend dinner. They wanted to go out for a meal so were happy to turn their house over to me. I was actually quite surprised at this as I got the impression that they were never that fond of me. Especially, my girlfriend’s mum, who was Swiss and didn’t seem to ever have much time for quintessentially British folk like yours truly. I would show them though with this extravagant display of romance and affection for their daughter.
I cooked a three course meal and decked the whole house out with Roses. I had them in vases all along the hallway and in the dining room, petals were strewn across the floor, classical music was put on the stereo and you could not imagine a more romantic scene. For the finishing touch I decided to deck the whole place out with candles. I dimmed the lights and lit over a hundred of them, putting some on the sides, some on the floor – all of them leading to the dining room which was covered with even more candles.
Then I got the phone call from my girlfriend complaining that she was being sent home early so won’t even earn a full wage. I tried to console her and said that I just happened to be in town and would pick her up.
I checked that the scene was perfect before leaving, yes, the food was ready, flowers check, candles lit, music playing, flowers, all good. This was it, my one way ticket to becoming the best boyfriend in the history of boyfriends, they’d write songs about me.
I drove down to pick her up from work but as was usual with my girlfriend she had a habit of taking twenty minutes to do what a normal person did in five. Tonight was no different and it took her a good half hour to say goodbye. Unusually, I managed to stay relatively calm, I wasn’t going to get worked up and let an argument about her time keeping ruin what was going to be a special night.
In the car on the way back to hers, she complained that it was the worst valentines day ever. Seeing that she was getting tearful I suggested that she might find that not to be the case. She guessed that I had something special planned for her but I wasn’t about to reveal my grand surprise.
We drove into her driveway to find her house was on fire. The candles that were the ‘piece de resistance’ of my romantic scene, had ignited the wallpaper and then the curtains. The rose petals I’d strewn across the floor were what the fire brigade would later refer to as ‘perfect tinder’. The damage wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been but needless to say the Swiss mother, hated me even more after that. Deep down I think my girlfriend really appreciated the effort I went to, we’re no longer together or even talking to one another but there you go.
That was my most romantic moment and probably my worst date all rolled into one. So to surmise, ‘You know it’s love when it burns the house down…’
You know its love when ………. you’ve been dreaming of that last piece of gorgeous chocolate cake that’s left in the fridge all day, it made that boring meeting bearable, its kept you from going insane on the awful tube ride home, made that walk in the rain to your front door worth making, and as you walk into the kitchen excited at the prospect of finally getting to taste the chocolate loveliness – he is sat there eating the last forkful and all you do is smile and pour yourself a glass of wine instead, happy that they enjoyed it.
However, if its your flatmate that ate it then they’re deadder than a dead thing in dead town !!
You know its love when you’re at the Nottinghill Carnival and come home time you remember you parked the car 5 miles away. Your girlfriend’s feet are tired to the point she can barely walk, so you carry her (genuinely beautiful) frame the 5 miles in a ‘cradle’ fashion, to the point your hands can’t grip, your shoulders can’t move and you feel your spine de-compress as you put her down.
You know it’s love when he says you look gorgeous first thing in the morning
Ben – I’d be your girlfriend (as long as you didn’t burn my flat down !)
Ben that so made me smile.. Id be your boyfriend too LOL
My worst date ever, the guy got so drunk he couldn’t walk, I had to hold him up (even though he was about 5 stone heavier than me) get him on the train, where he then proceeded to vomit everywhere including on himself and me, he then passed out and left me to deal with all the angry passengers and train staff. Eventually I got him home to my house, put him to bed with a bucket next to him and spent the rest of the evening washing & drying his clothes.
You know it is love when you get up the next morning and that same guy from your worst date is very hung over, looks like death warmed up, has foul rancid breath and you thing aaaww isn’t he adorable and give him a big cuddle and kiss, and don’t tell him that he ruined one of your favourite coats that cost over £200
A) Managed to borrow the roof terrace from the landlord of my office building. Told the other half to arrive at the office, where he was directed to the roof terrace with hand made signs. I was in black tie, with his favolurite international beers and a biltong taste test! I’ve never seen him looked so suprised!
c)‘You know its love when’ every morning you wake up and still think ‘swoon’!
Being a hopeless romantic i have a list of good and bad dates…I think the one that takes the cake for one of the most romantic things, i did was to arrange to have the chef of the favourite restaurant of my girlfriend at the time to come out to my family house off the island (in Trinidad) and picking up my girlfriend, putting a blind fold on her (which she complained about for the entire trip as all i could have found was my mum coffee table clothe and ended up wrapping her entire face with it!).
Arriving at the Yatch club and carefully getting her into a boat to take her to my aunt’s house where upon arrival had a candle lit table for 2 waiting for us on the jetty along with 2 guys playing a violin and her favourite chef cooking her favourite dish inside, however not sure what happened but she had an allergic reaction to something that night, and the romantic meal was cut short. But thank god my aunt’s husband was a doctor so after some Periton (and thinking of the Will Smith in the movie Hitch)…we just made the best of the rest of the night, not worrying about what where time went, we cuddled under the moon-lit sky which gave a soft gaze on the rippling ocean in front of us and enjoyed each others company and wished the night would not end..I will always go by my saying you live once and love makes you do funny things where nothing matters but seeing that smile on the face of the one you love and just thinking of that smile gives you little butterflies in your tummy!
The worse date… hmmmmmm out of a box he pulls one out, i think it would be a blind date through a friend . Well coming from the Caribbean (which you probably guessed by now) things are very much different as we say hi to anyone, smile and if you wanted to meet someone bet your last penny someone will know her. However we met at a bar, however it seemed she took a fancy to someone at the bar, when she offered to get a drink she would disappear for a long time.. and come back telling me of some guy chatting her up etc.. well i think it officially went bad when she went to the washroom and never returned…. did see her however walking out with someone else..
a) I took her for a walk as the evening was fading, up the hill that overlooks the town, because it was the late autumn Perseid meteor shower season. We sat in silence on the hillside in the grass, watching shooting stars burn up in the atmosphere. It became too dark to see, and that’s when the tiny lights of glowworms began to appear in the grass around us. It was magical and I didn’t want to break the spell. We heard footsteps coming up the hill, and a voice saying “Look! There are stars up there and down here too…”
b) Worst date. Everything had crashed between us some months before, and it had been very hard for me, not seeing her. I don’t know how but she agreed to meet me again for a chat and to see a film. We met in a bar and my life felt as if it had all been repaired. Just looking at her was a brilliant experience. She asked me if I’d seen anyone in the meantime. I said I’d had a couple of dates, but it didn’t work for me. She said “I’ve been seeing someone…”. In that moment my heart felt like I was homeless, waking alone in a dark empty doorway somewhere, freezing cold at 4am…
c) How do you know it’s love? When life on your own is really good, but then you’re with them and you can’t imagine how the world could be ok without them in it. Just the fact that she was in the world, and walking along with me, made the world into an amazing place. That’s how.
Aaah what lovely comments.
I’ve had some terrible dates me. Many of them are written up on my other blog The English can eat.
How about a singles day trip for the over 40s. We need it even more…
One friday evening in January my partner at the time came home from work to a packed suitcase.’Get in the car,we’re off to the airport darling,I’ve arranged a long weekend!’ We flew to Finnish Lapland.
We took a husky ride to our gorgeous, pine clad cabin,in a forest,next to a remote frozen lake.We had a bottle of bubbly in our private sauna,then plunged into the lake via a hole cut in the ice. We then ran naked,laughing,like a pair of fauns back to the cabin and smooched in front of a roaring log fire.
Wrapped up and glowing,we ventured into the woods,where we lit a small fire and drank shots of lemon vodka from a bottle I had buried in the snow. Perfect! We watched the Northern Lights (amazingly,they came out for us that night) as we kissed and talked till the early hours.It was minus 40, our nose hairs froze as we inhaled,but we had love to keep us warm!
You know its love… when you’ve felt your lady’s stubbly leg!
You know it’s love when….
…you can say and do ridiculous things and you know they’ll laugh with you…
…you can be comfortably silent and know what each other is thinking…
…you still go on ‘dates’ together and the best are the spontaneous ones…
…you can’t imagine not being together…
You know it’s love when you don’t know anything else.
I went out on a date with a friend of a friend. I’d seen a photo of him and he looked really cute…of course the photo was taken years ago and hardly bore any resemblence to the guy who turned up to meet me…but we went on to dinner during which he was monosylabic and conversation was pretty hard work. After dinner we went to a nearby bar for a quick drink after which I was planning on calling it a night and escaping home. After our one drink I turned to put on my coat and pick up my bag…only to find my bag had been stolen. I was devastated but had to put on a brave face for my date who didn’t seem to understand why it was such a disaster and then to add insult to injury I had to ask him if I could borrow money to buy a train ticket home. Needless to say we didn’t meet up again.
The worst date I’ve ever been on:
A guy I’d been out with a couple of times had asked if I fancied going to the cinema to see The Panic Room. I seriously liked this guy so was really looking forward to an evening with him. I pitched up at his flat to find something had come up at work and he’d offered to be on call that evening. We went to the cinema and just as the film was about to start his on-call phone rang so he left the cinema to answer it leaving me to watch the film. About 45 mins later he finally returned, had no idea what was going on in the film (which he’d chosen and which was awful), complained until the end and then afterwards said he had too much work to do at home so needed to
The disasterous date – I met a guy (we’ll call him Mr X) whilst I was travelling and we hit it off straight away and spent the next few weeks together. He frequently dropped into conversation how rich he was and how he didn’t really need to work, what a flash car he had etc etc. A little annoying but as he was great fun other than that I ignored it. He returned to the UK and I continued on my travels for a couple more months before returning to London myself. I got a phone call from Mr X asking me out to dinner. He said there was a seriously fancy restaurant he wanted to take me to. He turned up to meet me in his convertible sports car and we drove off to dinner. On the way there he told me that he hadn’t managed to get a booking at the restaurant he wanted to take me to so we’d just have to see what we could find. We ended up at Wok Wok and both had a beer and noodles. The bill came to £12 for the two of us. Given how rich he’d always said he was and the fact he’d asked me out to dinner I kinda assumed he’d pay but thought it rude not to offer to go halves. I held out £6 to him expecting him not to take it…but instead he said thanks a lot and pocketed the money. I was somewhat unimpressed.
You know it’s love when your carried half a mile to the taxi rank by piggy back at the end of the night because your shoes are pinching!
The most romantic thing I have done is take my girlfriend of the time, an ex-ballerina for the majority of her childhood to her favourite ballet. That being Swan Lake at the Royal Opera House for her 30th birthday. That coupled with dinner at the same venue and a bottle of champagne to celebrate before and after the show at a nearby hotel.
Mark
You know it’s the worst date ever when the waiter gets her number.
My worst date ever? Being taken for £3 noodles in Greenwich, and then watching the guy literally inhale his food (whilst talking with his mouth full) and then sit there and pick his teeth in front of me while I was still eating. Who knew that little bit of paper the chopsticks are wrapped in would come in handy?!
And then we split the bill – with me paying 20p more because my dish was *slightly* more expensive.
He grabbed me and kissed me at the bus stop (really, there was nothing stopping him) and I couldn’t politely remove myself from his clutches. My bus left! And then I had to jabber on for the next ten minutes to stop him from kissing me again until another bus arrived. Longest ten minutes ever.
Awful. *Shudder*
And he still called the next day…
HATRICK of worst dates ever…
1)Throwing a Pizza Express Calzone in my lap and trying to carry on as though it never happened.
Date: ‘Err I think you spilled something’
Me: ‘No, no, not really.
Date: ‘Oh….ok’
Me: ‘Oh well a little.’ (Scoops whole thing out of lap and casually drops back on plate.)
2) Double date with best friend and 2 guys who are brothers. They take us to a bar where ‘coincidentally’ their mum was too. OH DEAR LORD. Longest hour of LIFE.
3)In a bar with a guy. I went to use bathroom but when I came back he’d gone from table. Prseuming he’d left I marched out of bar and got halfway down street when he called me and said ‘where are you?’
me ‘I’ve left. Where are u?’
him ‘Back at the table with more drinks’
me ‘oh’
him ‘Are you going to come back in?’
Then the bouncer told us capacity full so i couldn’t get back in until said guy (who we didn’t realise years later would go on to break my heart a tiny bit) chatted up bouncer.
Only SLIGHTLY humiliating for a first date…
So to conclude, you know it’s love…when you’re friends no longer feel the need to send you links to win singles breaks to Paris anymore. However until then…mes doigts ont croisé!
You know it’s love when even a trip round Tesco’s is fun.
I fancied a girl at work, so wanted to impress her. I went out to Smythson’s, the Royal stationers and bought a notebook entitled “Seduction Notes”, with eight sections:- Food & Wine; Restaurants & Bars; Music; Arts & Film; Books; Shopping; Travel; and Other.
I filled in each line of the notebook with over 120 ideas about what we could do over the course of our lifetime together, using the stimulation of the chapter titles including marvel at the Monet’s in Museum D’Orsay and enjoy the sorbets from Berthillon on the Ile de la Cite.
I re-wrapped the notebook in the giftbox with ribbon and left it on her desk. She said it was the most romantic thing anybody had ever done for her. But the bad news was… she was going out with somebody!
Love is……… a feeling you’re feeling, when you’re feeling a feeling you’ve never felt before
i took the ex boyfriend to a romantic 2 night trip in a five star spa hotel in Budapest as a celebration of a year together. It turned out Budapest was mainly “closed” but we had a great time in the hotel spa. Trying to get home was a different issue as this was when the whole of the UK was snowed in. Had our flights change dto Thursday by crappy jet (this was on a monday night). We didnt have a lot of choice but either get a 3 day busy home to London, stay in a hostel that looked like many murders happened there & spend all night on the phone trying to get out of the country or stay till thursday, the only prob with staying till Thursday was ex had a funeral.
After 7 hours on the phone & a nose bleed, I managed to get a flight from Budapest to Paris. In Paris, we managed to find a coach that would take us back to London Victoria. From Victoria, we got on the Gatwick Express & found teh car to drive it back to North Hertfordshire. During this time, we didnt kill each other & I spent a total of a grand on a “2 night romantic spa weekend”. i would liek to say we’re still together, but it turns out we work better as a couple when under pressure
Have the people going to paris 10th october been choosen? is there any gays going?
Hi Matthew,
We just getting the last confirmations from everybody before we let everybody know. Due to the number of responses we’ve had to pull names out of a hat and we’re just making sure everyone can still make it.
Thanks!
Oh doesnt look like I was one of the names out of the hat…
Very late entry I know… very much my bad
Thought I’d slip one in and let you guys decide! (please play nice?)
This is kinda wierdly romantic. For an ex’s birthday I booked us a hotel complete with spa, champagne the whole bit. Unfortunately the room did’nt come with a VCR (this was quite a while ago!). As it was her birthday naturally I took it upon myself to ask for a VCR so we could watch our vids.
Feeling somewhat embarrased when the fella turns up with the VCR to plug in, sees us in robes, spa bubbling away & gives us a little cheeky grin…
All was good in the end though, got over the embarrassment & we hopped in the bubbly spa and settled in, to watch…….. the Vicar of Dibley! Honest!
Havent heard any other news apart from that you chose me – thankyou very muchly
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Can someone please email me so that i might be able to confirm (and its a BIG YES!!!) never been am sooo excited cant wait speak soon thanks again x
Amour… isn’t it this river in russia?
Most romantic act? Deciding in 2 minutes to take a 26 hours car trip in France to see someone because… the trains were on strike.
Paris yeahhh !!!!
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