Hmmm, another romantic thing I did? When I asked a special someone to be my girlfriend, I did more than just ask. I made her a candlelight dinner with creamy Parmesan Alfredo, garlic bread, some side dish, and a cheesecake for desert. I also bought her a bear with the bear hugging a note. I have now idea what I said in the note, but I do remember the bear also had a CD on its lap. My roommate helped me to make a CD for her, and on it I am singing her a song about how much I care for her. I wrote it and ruined it after I sang it (because I sing so badly). The underlying message was that I wanted her to date me. I even humiliated myself by singing just to prove it. Final thoughts? I really hope that song never gets out on the Internet.

Don't you want somebody to love...

Most of the new blogs posted will express a theme now. The theme will last for as long as I am in this sullen state that I am in. I am a victim and a perpetrator of a broken heart. To deal with love lost, I am posting my romantic fetes. These include actions throughout the years that may have been either romantic or eccentric. I will do my best to go in order, paralleling these actions in direct relation to my age (starting at my youngest fete). Although I am trying to start in order, I also know I have forgotten many. If you were a recipient of such an action not listed, be so kind as to remind me. A first attempt at true romantic ism that pops into my head was performed when I was a junior in high school. It was sweetest day, and I was attempting to enchant my sweetheart at the time. I overwhelmed her by showing up at her door with 6 dozen different colored freshly cut roses and a potted plant (a daisy or something I think). Not 6 roses, 6 dozen roses. That?s whopping 72 roses in all. It cost me about one hundred dollars. That girl is now married to a friend of mine. Moral of the story? A young sappy boy in love goes broke real quickly.