Yet another edition of the Friday Five, this one clearly focused on Valentines Day.
1. What’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done for someone else?
That’s tough, largely because I tend to not be good about remembering such things.
Okay, it would probably be my proposal to Margie. It was Thankgiving, we were at her folks’ house, and, in fact, my folks were there, too. I was still in Southern California, but had gotten a transfer to Denver, leaving that coming Monday. Margie and my relationship was no deep dark secret, obviously, but the clock was ticking on my popping the question. Ordinarily, it would have taken me another six month, I suspect. But with my departure, things were getting urgent, at least in my mind.
I took Margie up to her room at her folks house — oops, Jen was there, trying to calm Ana to sleep. Okay, her brother’s room (how romantic). I knelt down, said something, and handed her a gorgeous engagement ring.
Or not, since I knew that she was going to get one of her heirloom rings, and I didn’t know which one, and I certainly wasn’t going to ask her folks about it ahead of time. So instead I gave her a ring made of aluminum foil.
Didn’t stop her from crying out so loud that Jen was worried there was something wrong.
Yeah, that was all pretty darned romantic.
2. [pardon the cosmo question] What are your erogenous zones?
Margie has taught me to be far more sensuous (senses/touch-loving) than I used to be. I’d guess probably the ear lobes, here and there, and the Usual Suspects.
3. How old were you the first time you had sex? Care to expound?
Pass. (My parents read this blog, fergoshsakes. Margie knows — she’s the only one who needs to.)
4. What’s the most unusual place you’ve ever had sex?
Given that I am, ah, kind of a stick in the mud, I don’t have tales to regale folks of having sex on top of a hot air balloon flying over Venice or anything.
Hmmm. On the dock of a lake at twilight. Fishermen interrupted us …
5. Do you have plans for Valentine’s Day or is it just another Thursday?
No plans at the moment. Margie doesn’t like to go out on VD (“Worst service of the year”). Not sure what we’re going to do. Margie might cook me something really nice, but that doesn’t answer what I’m going to do for her. Chocolates? Cliche. Flowers? Wilt. Something wildly expensive and fabulously beautiful? Margie would hit me.
Hmmmmmm.
Just as long as the two of you spend it together and are happy its all that counts right? Hope you guys have a good one.
Thanks. I suspect Margie will provide excellent food, I’ll pick up some good wine or bubbly, and we’ll watch Ah! My Goddess! the Movie.
And then her folks arrive the next day.