I won't talk much about sex - 'cos my first time was 'go with the flow' and wasn't planned...it was also 'unfinished', if you know what I mean. We're waiting to finish it without protection. Though on Valentine's Day this year, we had candles around his room, painted with the most beautiful blue one can imagine, and rose petals on the bed. We'd do that again, have done, but will do again...
My b.f. knows that I love romance and regretted that my first time was without romance, though it was just...full of freedom - for which he was really grateful as I rarely ever listen to my heart...and he also knows that I hadn't received my first roses yet. We had a bit of argument during Easter this year, he decided to play a little trick on me. He said that he'd come over to my unit and give me a pressie. I was like, okay. I went down in a bathrobe and a coat, my hair briefly brushed. I didn't know what to expect, but hoped it was good.
There he was, holding a massive purple Easter Egg with both hands extended with a mischievous grin on his face...I was like, far out, and smiled politely. Then he made a little comment as we hugged:"Oooh...no bra". I was like, *blush blush*.
Then before I knew it, he reached down behind the half wall and handed me 9 roses, wrapped and supported in a little square box with a bow. I couldn't put the tenderness into words. He's taught me some much, including the fact that I shouldn't strangle myself in traditional romance.
That said, there were other times, but it's getting too long.