11 Comments

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   pt*:) on February 4, 2004 at 9:12 PM

   Can’t wait to read the entries and that picture is sexy/cool!

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   paisley on February 5, 2004 at 8:24 AM

   hey mama!! i mailed you my story but i just put a photo link enchanced version of it up over at my blog , here’s the link :
   http://www.paisleyjane.com/blog/archives/000560.shtml
   pardon my poor spelling and lack of writing skills..
   i love your blog!! it inspires me mucho 🙂

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   Jennifer on February 5, 2004 at 4:53 PM

   I don’t have a romantic story, just a sweet one. For the past couple of years, my brother and his wife have cooked dinner for both me and my sister-in-law’s mother (neither one of us is with anyone), brought out tulips, bought cards for us, the whole nine yards. It’s totally great that they could do all of that stuff for each other (and probably do after we leave), but choose to take an hour out of their evening to share that with us…

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   Chara Kingston on February 6, 2004 at 12:55 PM

   My husband is a true romantic. He has done the flower thing, the candy thing. However what makes him a romantic is that his gifts or presence of affection are all about me – making me happy, making me smile, making my life easier. When he was still in school I went on a backpacking trip with a girlfriend in Europe for 2 and 1/2 months. We were both so sad to leave each other. Before I left he gave me a little cardboard box with a bow. Inside was half a hinge. I noted around his neck he was wearing the other half. My hinge (etched with the Chinese symbol for double happiness) was promptly placed around my neck. It was to symbolize two independents being part of a larger whole.
   That was a pretty romantic gift. Even surrounded by lovely Italian and French men, I thought of no one else but the man with the hinge.
   -C.

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   french toast girl on February 8, 2004 at 6:53 PM

   Ooooooh, do I have a good story (or twelve…) Here’s hoping I can get it to you on time! <3

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   Karen Taylor on February 9, 2004 at 7:35 PM

   My husband Ian and I met in “Weird Al” Yankovic’s newsgroup and were e-mail pen pals for over a year before he flew to MA (from Australia!) to meet me, upon which we fell in love and got married. Five years later, I was pregnant with our third child when my doctors found a brain tumor in my right temporal lobe and had to do a quick C-section followed by brain surgery to remove the tumor. Ian visited me every day, and a few days into my hospital stay, he brought me a surprise…”Weird Al’s” new CD, Poodle Hat, which had just been released. He also brought a CD player from home, and one other thing which he’d picked up at the CD store…a set of cushy-soft headphones so I could listen to the CD in my hospital room without hurting my incision! (my head was cut open and stapled back together during the operation.) Bringing me that CD was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me…Ian knows that when I’m lonely and scared and sad, “Weird Al” always cheers me up, and also that I always buy his CDs the day they come out and that I was stuck in the hospital unable to get to a music store. And I was in so much pain…it was so thoughtful of him to consider my wounded head and pick out the softest headphones he could find. I must have been quite a sight with my head shaved and covered in bloody surgical tape, laughing my butt off in my hospital bed. “Poodle Hat” just won a Grammy for Best Comedy Album, but to me, it wins the award for Best Present to a Hurting Wife, and Ian gets my award for Most Loving (and Loved!) Husband.
   Karen Taylor
   kazian@gis.net

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   Jae on February 9, 2004 at 7:54 PM

   I think the most romantic things are the regular, everyday things that my fiance does. I feel “truly loved” every day of my life. It’s just a little thing that touches my heart nearly every day and I’m always so thankful for him. It’s in the way he cooks dinner for us, the way he looks at me with his kind green eyes, it’s the way he holds me at night when we go to sleep, the home-made cards he gives me. The list goes on and on. I know he loves me.

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   french toast girl on February 10, 2004 at 4:53 AM

   I emailed my stories last night… and Karen! Another Close Personal Friend of Al! I love him! You and your husband truly know the good things in life.

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   Jackie C. on February 10, 2004 at 7:48 AM

   Romantic Story – One Christmas Eve my husband made it home before I did. When I arrived home I discovered a path of votive candles that led to our Christmas tree. Under the Christmas tree was the mattress from our bed all made up cozy with blankets and lots of pillows. My husband had also prepared a buffet of my favourite snacks. We enjoyed a wonderful evening chatting, laughing, and snacking by the lights of the candles and the tree. We slept under the tree that nite waiting for Santa.

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    melissa on February 10, 2004 at 9:24 AM

    Okay, I sent my very unconventional story to you… can also be found at http://www.rightmoon.com/lovestory.html

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    Bianca on February 10, 2004 at 9:25 AM

    Ohh – I will mail my story from home today!
    I hope I still have time!
    Bianca