I live in an what can be described as an apartment complex...very small, friendly community. My front door looks down on an apartment occupied by a gay couple with whom my wife and I have become friends...get together every now and then for coffee. They are really good guys and their home can best be described as a love pad. One of our other neighbours came around for coffee and a chat this evening, and when I say her off, I looked down and saw that there guys were having candle lit dinner...again...without any guests. It then dawned on me, to my horror that the hopeless romantic in me had died. Even worse, I cannot identify when it happened, why or what could have happened. The only conclusion that I can draw is that life has become too easy for me, I've become lazy and that I've taken my wife and marriage for granted. So I'm turning to you for whatever you'd like to comment on, be it tips, romantic feats etc. One thing is for certain, and that is, I need to raise my romantic side from the dead.