standard topic #235 what do you consider romantic?

well?

Hot action on the kitchen table http://www.netphoria.org/wwwboard/wink.gif

anything can be romantic. it just depends how it's done and why.

romance is overrated. i hate sappy sentiments.

hot action while "Where Is My Mind" is playing.

swinging at a park/school in the summer. preferably at night.

walk in the park in autumn when the leaves are all golden or orange. thats pretty amazing.

Originally posted by Smiley33:
hot action while "Where Is My Mind" is playing.

Is this song in question the Nerf Herder or Nada Surf or whatever version that you're so fond of?

Originally posted by El Scorcho:
Is this song in question the Nerf Herder or Nada Surf or whatever version that you're so fond of?

i sure as hell hope its the original by the Pixies.

Originally posted by killtheyouth:
i sure as hell hope its the original by the Pixies.

No, she likes the Nada Surf version.

A boat. A boat on the Chesapeake Bay. Its about 9 in the evening, and the sun is bright orange and melting into the horizon due west. To my right is a smattering of boats, some large house boats with their lights on which look like just so many stars in the inky dusk.

Past the boats are a few older kids still playing on the banks of Millionaire's Island, a tiny little island with a beach, and a forest, and trails running all through it. You can still see some people up on the cliffs on the north side. I think they're playing hide and go seek.

I can hear four things.

1. Nick Drake's "Pink Moon." Its very, very soft. So soft that you almost have to strain to hear it.

2. The Bay, slapping against the sides of the boats, and the cresting of the water on the beach, so many yards away.

5. There's a fire somewhere but I can't see it. I can hear it cracking and snapping in the light breeze, though, and I can smell the earthiness of its odor all around me.

4. The kids on the beach. Ocasionally I hear a shriek of laughter or excited talking. Straight from childhood. I used to be one of them. I used to play hide and seek. I used to be one of them, but not anymore. I used to be one of them.

I am up near the mast, pulling the sails down for the night. As I finish, I crouch down and pull my beer up to my lips, and take the last swallow. Its warm now, but its taste is sweet, and clear, and clean. I set it down, and lay my wet swim trunks onto the line to dry. I won't be needing them for the rest of the night.

I watch the kids for a little while longer, and watch Donny walk up the steps from below deck. I stare at his back, his big, wide, muscular back. Its dark enough now he isn't wearing anything, but all I can see is the power and the masculinity in his back. He turns around and catches me staring at him. I look down quickly a go back to attending the clothes on the line. He stares at me a while, I can feel him looking at me. I look back at him but when I catch him staring at me he doesn't avert his eyes. He just keeps on staring. With this blue eyes of his, those perfect blue eyes that can look at my face and read my every thought and emotion.

He walks back down below deck. I balance myself against the rocking of the boat as I follow him down.

*depressed*

Originally posted by El Scorcho:
Is this song in question the Nerf Herder or Nada Surf or whatever version that you're so fond of?

THE FUCKIN PIXIES
I just heard the cover and it was cute. But the Pixies are the Pixies, I am aware of that.

fine, I'll bang to the Nada Surf version as well, just to clear everything up...how's that for romantic?

Originally posted by ravenguy2000:
A boat. A boat on the Chesapeake Bay. Its about 9 in the evening, and the sun is bright orange and melting into the horizon due west. To my right is a smattering of boats, some large house boats with their lights on which look like just so many stars in the inky dusk.

Past the boats are a few older kids still playing on the banks of Millionaire's Island, a tiny little island with a beach, and a forest, and trails running all through it. You can still see some people up on the cliffs on the north side. I think they're playing hide and go seek.

I can hear four things.

1. Nick Drake's "Pink Moon." Its very, very soft. So soft that you almost have to strain to hear it.

2. The Bay, slapping against the sides of the boats, and the cresting of the water on the beach, so many yards away.

5. There's a fire somewhere but I can't see it. I can hear it cracking and snapping in the light breeze, though, and I can smell the earthiness of its odor all around me.

4. The kids on the beach. Ocasionally I hear a shriek of laughter or excited talking. Straight from childhood. I used to be one of them. I used to play hide and seek. I used to be one of them, but not anymore. I used to be one of them.

I am up near the mast, pulling the sails down for the night. As I finish, I crouch down and pull my beer up to my lips, and take the last swallow. Its warm now, but its taste is sweet, and clear, and clean. I set it down, and lay my wet swim trunks onto the line to dry. I won't be needing them for the rest of the night.

I watch the kids for a little while longer, and watch Donny walk up the steps from below deck. I stare at his back, his big, wide, muscular back. Its dark enough now he isn't wearing anything, but all I can see is the power and the masculinity in his back. He turns around and catches me staring at him. I look down quickly a go back to attending the clothes on the line. He stares at me a while, I can feel him looking at me. I look back at him but when I catch him staring at me he doesn't avert his eyes. He just keeps on staring. With this blue eyes of his, those perfect blue eyes that can look at my face and read my every thought and emotion.

He walks back down below deck. I balance myself against the rocking of the boat as I follow him down.

*depressed*

<3

waking up together is the most romantic thing there is

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standing on the bow of a ship yelling, "I'm the king of the world!" while a beautiful sunset casts its pink glow on my youthful face.

Where is my mind...
oh yeah, over there, where it fell out as Desi pumped my cum over and over again.

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not being told "i just want time to myself" when the hockey game is on and we only have one TV

Originally posted by meow:
not being told "i just want time to myself" when the hockey game is on and we only have one TV

why don't you hit his balls with a meat-pounder then?

Originally posted by Smiley33:

why don't you hit his balls with a meat-pounder then?

Smiley33, you are FULL of good ideas tonite!

Originally posted by Smiley33:

why don't you hit his balls with a meat-pounder then?

no, with a hockey stick!!!

Originally posted by meow:
Smiley33, you are FULL of good ideas tonite!

I <3 meow

and yeah, i thought about the hockey stick, but the meat tenderizer is more incentive, man

Originally posted by Smiley33:

I <3 meow

and yeah, i thought about the hockey stick, but the meat tenderizer is more incentive, man

I don't have a meat tenderizer, but the humor in using one is fantastic!

Use a knife to carve her name in your chest. That always gets the chicks.

Originally posted by meow:

I don't have a meat tenderizer, but the humor in using one is fantastic!

or you can hop on it with a pogo stick in transformer underwear singing the theme song to Inspector Gadget

Originally posted by Mayfuck:
Use a knife to carve her name in your chest. That always gets the chicks.

i did that when i was 15.

Originally posted by Mayfuck:
Use a knife to carve her name in your chest. That always gets the chicks.

an EXACTO knife.

NICOLE 4 EVA

Originally posted by Smiley33:
an EXACTO knife.

Bingo.

Originally posted by Oblivious:
i did that when i was 15.

That's hot.