I used to be quite the romantic. I've since become a bit hardened, but I'm not beyond this stuff. I adore
the lovey-dovey phase. Let's see. All of this was with one particular boy I went to junior college with:
I sent a gift basket of Harry & David pears to his work on our 3 month anniversary with a note that said "We make quite a pear."
My Funny Valentine:
He was a huge
fan of Nina Simone and Sarah Vaughan. His favorite songs they covered were "Lilac Wine" for Nina and "My Funny Valentine" for Sarah. I can play a little piano by ear, but without any music theory or knowledge beyond the absolute basics, it takes me a while to learn something new. I spent a month teaching myself to play the accompaniment on piano and to learn the songs.
He knew that I love to plan and organize things, so he had no problem when I asked if he'd let me take care of our Valentine's Day plans. We had a lovely meal at an Italian restaurant he really liked and then we went to a hotel nearby for drinks. The hotel has a piano in the lobby. I sweet talked my way into getting the hotel manager to allow me to play the piano on Valentine's Day. This was all planned weeks in advance. So, we get to the hotel, order some drinks at the bar. We sit and drink and bill and coo for a while. After about half an hour, he gets up to use the restroom. While he's in the restroom, the lobby pianist stops playing and I take a seat at the piano. As the boy saunters back from the restroom, I begin singing "My Funny Valentine" and then "Lilac Wine" while accompanying myself on piano. That went over very well.
Left my heart in SF?
For our 6 month anniversary, I conspired with his boss to get his entire weekend shift covered at work. When he got to work, his boss made up something about the schedule being incorrect and him having to go home because all shifts were covered by other waiters. Meanwhile, I had his roommate let me in to their apartment. When he got back to his place he found me, two packed bags and two Southwest tickets to San Francisco and an hour after his shift was supposed to start at work, we were on a plane to SF for a romantic weekend. That also went over very well.
There were some other lovey dovey things I did, but I'm already at risk of appearing to be a ridiculous sap, so I'll just leave it at those two.