Most Romantic thing your Boyfriend Ever did for you (GAY MEN)

[B_Dominic87]

Thats sweet Plumm. You are lucky with a guy like that :wink:

 

[ryanart]

fun thread, I had a bf a long time ago who invited me over for dinner and a vid of my choice. I chose a musical based on my favorite painting, "sunday in the park" by george seurat. I found out about the musical an wanted to see it so he got the vid. We had dinner watched the video , really good by the way, and he asked me to stay the weekend. well the next morning , when we woke up he said he had a deposition to do in Chicago and asked if i wanted to come. I said yes well to make a long story short, there was no deposition, all he wanted to do was take me to see the original painting at the chicago instatute of art. And the was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.

 

[Heat]

Actually, TWO of my bfs did the same very sweet thing 15 years apart. When I was featured in a newspaper article they clipped it, framed it, and presented it to me as a gift. 1995 and 2010 respectively.

I hope you weren't in the paper for a DUI.

 

[crazecj]

Oh, thanks. :redface:

My bf did deserve a lot of credit at the time. He was a little taken aback when I went out but he knew it was something I needed to do and he knew I loved him so he wasn't really worried much, although he knew how much Blaine and I meant to each other.

Those days in Mexico were filled with, cliche as it sounds, lots of naked days at the beach laughing hysterically (no one could make us laugh like the other could) and romantic dinners that frequently dissolved into tears or recriminations as we tried to explain things to each other. In a nutshell, in the years we were together, we both, as most do, wanted to reassure ourselves that we were attractive to others. Unfortunately, unlike me, Blaine had to actually have sex with people to know it (and he was gorgeous) while I was content with the occasional flirt. When I realized he was sleeping with half of NY, it was over.

I don't think he ever really believed it, though. He was forever popping up in the strangest places at the strangest times, restaurants, parties, never telling me he was in the city. We always remained close and talked on the phone every so often for hours; in fact when I'd get bored or depressed my bf would ship me to LA for a few days or a week just for the break.

When B came back to stay, I knew something was wrong although he didn't tell me for a while. And of course he had no medical insurance so I started supporting that whole thing too. I didn't leave the city for more than 24 hours for the next year and a half because he was such a flibberty-gibbet (I love that word) that I couldn't trust him to be responsible and take his meds or decide to rent a house he couldn't afford in the Hamptons or something as his health declined. The one time I did, when I went to visit my half-sister for the weekend on her tiny island off Brunswick, ME, I refused to let him come because it was too far from medical help in case he got sick and he was so furious he impetuously took a bus to Boston to see his mother. The next day he went into a coma.

When I got home, I got a call from his brother that he'd woken up, asked where I was, and shortly lapsed back. I flew up immediately. When I got there, his eyes were open but he couldn't speak although I thought he knew I was there. So I spent the next hour saying everything I thought I'd ever left unsaid. I remember ending by saying "Blaine, I don't know the real year you were born, I only recently found out that Blaine isn't your real name, and I'm not sure that's your real nose. But I do know that you love me and I know that I love you and that's all that ever mattered. And it's time for you to go now, honey." And I promised him I'd be back the next day. When I got home to where I was staying, the phone was ringing and he had died.

He had once asked me to scatter his ashes on Fire Island (where we had met) but it took me a couple of years to get around to it. I didn't know exactly where he wanted me to do it: The Pavillion or the house he stayed in with friends or the special place where he went to think or, god forbid, the Meat Rack or what? So, I just didn't do anything. Finally, I had this inspired idea. What we'd loved most to do was travel together and we'd been all over. His last grand gesture to me had been a trip. So my mother's neighbor picked me up in his little private plane in Connecticut and we flew to Long Island and quite illegally scattered Blaine's ashes just off the coast of Fire Island Pines, where he can roll in over the beautiful boys forever. I think he'd like that.

This is the most amazing story. I feel like it should be a movie. I'm going to cry.

 

[Nick9]

This is the most amazing story. I feel like it should be a movie. I'm going to cry.

Well, it's all true. Pm me if you want.

 

[IL_Guy]

Ok. So, this European I was dating knew that I was into all things French. My birthday rolled around. He suggested we go out to dinner. I show up at his place. Lights are low, candles on, and table set. On his wall, facing the chair in which I was sitting, he projected the most beautiful images of France and Paris on a loop. All of my favorite French standards were playing in the background. He cooked my favorite cuisine from that area, in addition to his own region of Europe. It was unexpected and more than a little magical. I honestly never thought he had that in him or that he would know it would be something I'd really enjoy. Sometimes you wonder if your counter-party is paying attention; apparently he was.