It's always kinda hard to tell when the OP is serious and when he's just pulling legs (not a criticism, merely an observation). On the off-chance that there's anything serious about this thread, I have a story to relate.
About a month ago I met a guy whom I'll call Ziggy. He's smart, funny and well-off financially. He's also been around the block a few times and has a real knack for getting right to the heart of whatever matter happens to be on his mind. And he finds me extremely interesting, not just sexually but intellectually and emotionally as well.
Unfortunately, in my opinion we are as incompatible sexually as two people can be: we're both non-versatile tops to start with. Additionally, he's more than a foot taller than me and is easily twice my weight which I do not find attractive sexually. He's also HIV negative which breaks one of my sacred rules regarding serosorting. So sex is absolutely off the table. I made my feelings completely clear about this and he accepted them but still wanted to take me out on a date.
He picked me up a few nights later, and at my suggestion we went to what is undoubtedly one of the most charming and romantic restaurants in all of South Florida, a tiny little place called
Le Patio. Knowing that he was as much a foodie (gastronome) as myself, I knew he'd love it. We had a wonderful meal and an excellent conversation about a whole range of interests (film, architecture, travel, etc). Everything exceeded expectations.
Afterward he drove me to his place where I'd agreed to spend the night so long as he understood that sex wasn't in the cards, which he accepted. We spent a lovely night snuggling with some light and very unserious grouping and caressing. Waking up late, he fixed me a cup of tea and eventually dropped me off back home.
Everything was completely romantic and sensual without being sexual whatsoever, and satisfying for us both (though I know he'd have wanted more if I'd been willing).
The context to this romantic evening is that, at least right now, there is no greater mecca of gay hedonism in the US than Ft Lauderdale. I work in a bar and could easily get laid every night, or one can log on to a website like Manhunt.net and find anything from vanilla twinky sex to hard-core, extreme sex with singles, couples or larger groups within a matter of minutes on most nights. There are also four sex clubs all within a five minute drive from my house. I avail myself of all these things on a pretty regular basis, as does Ziggy.
Five years of being single in such an environment has made even really outrageous sexual encounters oddly banal. But my date with Ziggy was an antidote to feeling completely jaded, and we'll do it again (though not too often). If romanticism can happen in this hothouse environment and with two such cynical types, it can happen anywhere.