tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post551657550819294805..comments2024-03-27T09:09:56.489+00:00Comments on Perfume Shrine: Love is in the Air part 2: A Very Special Valentine's Day GiveawayPerfumeshrinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06222733129203280662noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-41461020307859252052014-02-14T13:51:48.988+00:002014-02-14T13:51:48.988+00:00Eva, Since you are a handbag addict, have you ever...Eva, Since you are a handbag addict, have you ever seen Caitlin Phillips handbag books? They are true works of art! Her site is Rebound Designs and she can be found on Etsy. <br /><br />Wherever I go, people STOP me on the street to inquire about my unique handbag. Caitlin is truly one of THE most creative people I've had the pleasure to meet. You might want to add to your collection!<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02960846495796258294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-17363095784903485752014-02-13T11:41:59.615+00:002014-02-13T11:41:59.615+00:00I am not a terribly romantic person...
I fell in l...I am not a terribly romantic person...<br />I fell in love with a school friend wo had been (at that point) my best friend for 3 years. It happened gradually - for me at least.<br />At first I was afraid that our friendship would be over if "this" didn´t work out.<br />This year we´ll be together for 9 years. He is the most attentive guy you can imagine and feeds my handbag addiction Eva H.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-88511905204991251552014-02-11T18:15:06.414+00:002014-02-11T18:15:06.414+00:00My "most romantic" story is about my hus...My "most romantic" story is about my husband. When I was 35 I was diagnosed with osteosarcoma, a very virulent form of bone cancer and there was doubt that I would love. I was young and pretty then and had beautiful thick dark hair. And the chemotherapy took all my hair. I was balder than a cue ball and feeling physically awful as well as psychologically bad every time I looked in rickyrebarcohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02481413067557996809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-14841343510465288862014-02-08T23:23:53.819+00:002014-02-08T23:23:53.819+00:00I loved him for always turning back and looking up...I loved him for always turning back and looking up to my window al these years whenever he had to leave...Andrea SDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-33594221974222460582014-02-07T12:58:04.207+00:002014-02-07T12:58:04.207+00:00Hi Sakura, a secluded beach in the Philippines cer...Hi Sakura, a secluded beach in the Philippines certainly sounds romantic to me! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02960846495796258294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-15489458388462680322014-02-07T10:34:47.420+00:002014-02-07T10:34:47.420+00:00I met and married my husband in 5 mos. It's b...I met and married my husband in 5 mos. It's been a lot of years since. I always enjoy his choice of cards, and I've received some nice gifts over the years, including one Christmas when he waited an hour to be waited on. Perhaps our most romantic anniversary was our 5th when we were in Europe -- that was our first trip to Europe and it was wonderful. Along the way we picked up a love Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-33165935165813202822014-02-07T06:20:38.795+00:002014-02-07T06:20:38.795+00:00Not sure if this is romantic, but I'll share i...Not sure if this is romantic, but I'll share it anyway.<br /><br />My then-boyfriend and I worked in the same company, and there was this one gathering/event for employees, which was held at a nice beach in the Southern part of the Philippines. We had mostly group activities, and just for the decency of it, we decided to keep our relationship a secret from everyone else, for corporate Sakuranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-54711099736673950112014-02-05T23:00:10.380+00:002014-02-05T23:00:10.380+00:00I was 16 years old and spending a summer in St. Ma...I was 16 years old and spending a summer in St. Malo studying. Spending three months surrounded by Frenchmen is a heady experience for anyone, yet alone a young girl. On the day we were to return to the States, my schoolmates and I said farewell to our teachers and new friends. One charming young man that I fancied was missing. As the bus was about to leave, we heard someone calling to stop DRTVrMoinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-33496263978110806142014-02-05T12:47:44.711+00:002014-02-05T12:47:44.711+00:00WOW Mary-Karen, a unique gift for your partner wou...WOW Mary-Karen, a unique gift for your partner would be a surprise trip to Tijon Fragrance Lab in La Jolla, California. Last July I surprised my partner (who had worn the same cologne, Royal Copenhagen, for 50 years!) with a birthday gift vacation to La Jolla. We spent 3 hours at Tijon creating our own unique fragrances. It was such a fabulous experience, my partner decided we should BUY the lab,Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02960846495796258294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-7050935241691385522014-02-05T12:30:05.606+00:002014-02-05T12:30:05.606+00:00On our first Christmas together, he gave me a bott...On our first Christmas together, he gave me a bottle of Chanel No.5. We'd only known each other for 2 months (although we'd been almost inseparable since the day we met) and neither of us made much money, so it was an extravagant gift. He's given me a bottle for Christmas every year since and I've kept every one ... 43 in all.Mary-Karennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-37669007417992631072014-02-05T12:29:12.781+00:002014-02-05T12:29:12.781+00:00Mark, thanks for sharing your romantic story. You...Mark, thanks for sharing your romantic story. You really had me going there for awhile...thinking that the love of your life showed up at that restaurant. But actually, in the end...they did! If everyone could love themselves, like you obviously do, the world would be better off for it!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02960846495796258294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-50240609442549367662014-02-05T06:53:52.651+00:002014-02-05T06:53:52.651+00:00The weekend had arrived, romance was in the air, a...The weekend had arrived, romance was in the air, and after a hard several days at work, I was so in the mood for love. I was looking good, feeling good, had a wallet filled with cash, and was ready, willing and able to do anything my hot, beautiful date desired. There was just one tiny problem - I didn't have a hot, beautiful date. I didn't have a date, period. <br /><br />Oh, sure, thereMark Millerhttp://www.markmillerhumorist.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-16078258562120083372014-02-05T05:08:21.369+00:002014-02-05T05:08:21.369+00:00I only have a moron story to tell...how sad when I...I only have a moron story to tell...how sad when I am older than probably most of these posters and have had quite a few men in my past. One older guy in particular really was obsessed with me. He was going to a special market one day and asked me if I needed anything. I mentioned one or two things. When I got home from work, my entire hallway was filled with fresh fruits and vegetables...Filomenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16520319906409368849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-33376331032189779932014-02-05T02:04:38.066+00:002014-02-05T02:04:38.066+00:00I was thinking I didn't have a story, but I do...I was thinking I didn't have a story, but I do, just not one with a grand romantic gesture. Years ago, I had a very kind and thoughtful boyfriend. I was quite ill for a long period, and he took very good care of me. One of the things he did, when I was enduring a particularly rough patch, was bring me a copy of the Chicago Sun-Times. We had a subscription to the Tribune, but he knew that I Laurelsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-433884156041267292014-02-05T01:24:37.854+00:002014-02-05T01:24:37.854+00:00Sometimes it's the little things that are the ...Sometimes it's the little things that are the most romantic and memorable, I've had lovely gifts, like the time my boyfriend gave me a book of poems by our favourite poet, wrapped in silver wire interwoven with bluebells to remind me of our first walk together.<br /><br />But actually my favourite memory is of a time when I'd been to the dentist, which I find very traumatic! When I Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-53820284823239980772014-02-04T23:46:58.724+00:002014-02-04T23:46:58.724+00:00I used to chat online with a girl for many years. ...I used to chat online with a girl for many years. We'd spend hours on the phone too but we'd only meet up like once a year. I guess we clicked the way pen-pals do. One of the times we met up we picked middle ground and I had a friend take us out, so midway through the night he says to me with a nudge: 'She's really nice,beautiful too'. It was if he'd watered a seed with Elianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-40859757280745267282014-02-04T22:52:57.353+00:002014-02-04T22:52:57.353+00:00I had met a very nice man and we had gone out toge...I had met a very nice man and we had gone out together once or twice. The furnace in my house wouldn't start and I called him and asked him if he could fix it. He came to the house and went into the basement. I heard all this banging around and noise for about fifteen minutes. Finally, he came upstairs and said he had managed to fix it. We sat down for a cup of coffee and the rest is Ellennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-59662593260819441232014-02-04T18:03:23.701+00:002014-02-04T18:03:23.701+00:00I've shared this so many places, so apologies ...I've shared this so many places, so apologies to all. The day I bought my first bottle of Coco, I went to a party. First stop, get a drink at the bar, then I turned and looked straight into the eyes of a man across the room who was the best looking man I'd ever seen. He smiled and my heart turned over; this May we'll celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary, and Coco is still his rosaritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08543786960335162711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-49133736705274492262014-02-04T16:02:10.324+00:002014-02-04T16:02:10.324+00:00Darling Liisa,
that's romantic enough. :-)
An...Darling Liisa,<br /><br />that's romantic enough. :-)<br />And moron stories contest, promise to do it along the road; I'm sure we each have one to tell. <br /><br />Glad to see you commenting!! Perfumeshrinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06222733129203280662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-52262180451400923532014-02-04T15:36:24.231+00:002014-02-04T15:36:24.231+00:00We got married on my birthday, February 9th, so no...We got married on my birthday, February 9th, so now we have two celebrations on the 9th, and then another one five days later on the 14th. SWEET ! I love February...J.*JW*https://www.blogger.com/profile/16957967785557340716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-32098008905566807662014-02-04T14:33:38.139+00:002014-02-04T14:33:38.139+00:00I wish there was a contest for moron stories. The ...I wish there was a contest for moron stories. The most romantic gesture that happened to me was that a guy sent me a bouquet and had asked beforehand what flowers I like. Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10451092262381231105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-32829625505512774432014-02-04T11:54:41.938+00:002014-02-04T11:54:41.938+00:00Three years ago I rode my scooter to the store to ...Three years ago I rode my scooter to the store to get the ingredients to bake a cake. I was very hungry and on returning to my bike accidentally locked my keys (and everything else!) into the scooter's under-seat compartment. I then spent FIVE HOURS trying to get them out. I won't bore you with the details but it was epic. Just as I was considering taking an axe to it a handsome man with Gorgonzolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16789429803847760435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792393342962796253.post-17407445545743821502014-02-04T11:47:28.530+00:002014-02-04T11:47:28.530+00:00I was soon moving to France and tracked down the s...I was soon moving to France and tracked down the sweetest and most handsome Parisian to ask him for a little bit of France/Paris advice before my big move. I immediately swooned, but before anything could happen, I moved and never got the chance to properly say goodbye. We talked for months, just as close friends and without knowing each other's true feelings. While I was on Christmas S. Warthalothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16434694102205419125noreply@blogger.com