As a gentleman, I am now compelled to respond.
Part of the reason my wife took damn near 15 years to finally say yes was that, like most women, they are only used to assholes. I sent flowers for no apparent reason, held the door, pulled out the chair for her, NEVER made her pay for ANYTHING if we were out. She will even tell you the thing that scared her the most was my 3rd proposal which she said yes and then no to as she still didn't know how to take a guy who wasn't an asshole.
I love pandas and as such, my wife had the nickname Panda early on in our relationship life. She developed a love for them as well. I was in Kansas City for Thanksgiving 1999 and had a suite at the Westin because I needed the extra room since I was still doing work... OK, OK, I had the suite because I was spoiling myself after a very good business year. Kristin spent the weekend with me there. while shopping in the shops next door to the hotel, she fell in love with a plush panda toy. She refused to let me buy it. While ger back was turned I bought the bear and told the clerk I would have someone collect it later on.
On the way back, I went to the front desk to collect a parcel that had arrived from my office. She went ahead to the room. I then put my plan into action. I talked to the concierge about collecting the bear and picking up some other items and slipped him some money. I talked to the night maids and asked them to take care of some things before bedtime that night and tipped them. As we went out the lobby doors to meet friends for dinner, I gave my signal to the concierge and the game was afoot. When we returned from dinner, I got the wink from the concierge telling me all was set. We walked into the suite and she went to the bedroom and opened the door and gasped. I was even gobsmacked when I saw what had happened.
The room was lit with about 20 candles. The bed was turned down and covered with rose petals. In the center of the bed sat the panda bear with a dozen roses. On one of the side tables was a platter with chocolate covered strawberries and Vueve Clicquot chilled in a chiller. I dropped to one knee and produced a 2 carat diamond and popped the question. She said yes. I excused myself long enough to go down to the lobby and tip everybody $50 each. After a wonderful night of sleep (no sex), we were awakened at 9 am by breakfast en suite. Western Omelettes, fresh fruit, and Turkish coffee.
Now either I was (and still am) crazy to love someone to go to those extremes to woo her, or I have been taught by some of the best gentlemen in the world.
Now a man has chimed in. The ladies can go back to their bashing of males who aren't romantic now. :wink:
I honestly, have never been wooed in my entire dating life. If a man were to do something that sweet I'd probably go into fright or flight mode. :redface::frown1: Are you an old fashioned Gentleman when you court your lady? I can't wait to hear the responses to this one. I really am quite curious.
