But then we sat on a bench by Lincoln Cathedral, when it was all lit up in the darkness, not doing anything. Google it, it’s a very beautiful sight. That’s as romantic as I want it to get :)

I’d rather have a guy that makes me feel special and wanted everyday than a guy that goes over-the-top every once in a while.

***I’m not saying to take things for granted, either.

Not that I’m depressed about my situation though. While I think it would be nice to have a boyfriend, I have a pretty good feeling I should enjoy every moment of my singleness as much as possible. ^_^

1. A nice romantic dinner, old Victorian style hotel B&B with me as the masseuse.

2. My favourite is the present that keeps on giving. I.e. I would often try to find something a person loves. For example and ex loved cookies A LOT so I bought here some cookies from the ‘Cookie Man’ in a tin. Problem was I actually ate all the cookies, but I resealed the tin with a beautiful plush doggy as a way of remembering me whilst I was on a two month prac.

3. Suprise visit. I called up my gf at the time and pretended that I lost my watch and I thought I might have left it in her car. I parked my car in the next street and hid behind her car whilst she looked inside the car and then jumped out with a bouquet of flowers.

4. Another present that kept on giving. Let’s just say that his particular present was in the making for 2 months whilst I was on Prac.
i) A biggass hippo, I was in a country town and the hippo was staring me in the face everytime I walked past on my way into town, a month in me as a broke uni-student with no work for 2 months decided that the Hippo needed a home.
ii) I have a *thing* for wooden boxes I bought a new-ish wooden box which was a “magic puzzle” puzzle. I fixed it up fixed the inside of the box because whatever they lined the material with, it sucked. I proceeded to make 20 or so ‘affirmation’ cards with things I loved about her to put inside.
iii) An anniversary card? I used photoshop, some past photos of us and made a small comic strip about how we met and a lame-ass poem inside.
iv) The grand-daddy of presents… I folded thousands of stars (so asian).. BUT I bought an old spice rack from Vinnies in town, I tin of black-chalk paint and from the local craft store some silver paint. I restored the spice rack by painting it in black-chalkboard paint, hilighting bits of the rack with silver paint. I then bought some thick cardboard and proceeded to hand cut a name for the Spice Rack, I painted it in pastel colours to give it that ‘chalk’ board coloured look. (It was painful cutting them out as the letters were only small)
Anyway there were literally 30-40 different coloured stars but all were coloured co-ordinated with ’3 shades of one colour’ in each jar’ Each Jar was labelled with clear labels with things I loved about her. I.e. Honesty and Openness (or something like that) each jar was also tagged with ‘authentication certificate and a ittle about the label. Anyway you get the picture, I remember all the effort I put into it and well….

I can go on and on, I can make someone sick from the hopelessly romantic things I have done. The sad thing was after all of that, I have vowed never to do them again. And I haven’t … and maybe that’s what’s wrong.