Funny & Unusual Romantic & Love Stories - Not Always Romantic

Lover From Another Mother

admin — Sun, 27 May 2012 17:00:35 +0000

(We are cuddling and thinking about getting intimate. It should be noted, I was his first.)

Boyfriend: “Hey, little woman.”

Me: “Little woman? Don’t you usually call me little girl? Or are you saying you want to make a woman out of me?”

Boyfriend: “Mm, baby. I want to make a woman out of the woman who made a man out of me.” *pause* “Hey, that sounds like a country song. Or something Oedipus would say.”

Me: “Eww.”

Romantic Economic Turn-Down

admin — Sun, 27 May 2012 16:00:21 +0000

Me: “My friend just told me that I’m only worth $7 on clearance.”

Boyfriend: “Nah, I’d pay at least $10.”

Me: “Wow. I feel so loved.”

Boyfriend: “Hey. I said at least, didn’t I?”

Me: “Because that makes it so much better.”

Boyfriend: “Doesn’t it?”

Me: “Well, the point that would determine that would be the maximum amount you would pay.”

Boyfriend: “But, I only have $10. So that’s 100% of my monetary assets.”

Me: “So, you would pay 100% of your monetary assets for me?”

Boyfriend: “Yes.”

Me: “Good. You just saved yourself from certain doom.”

The Ultimate Pick-Me-Up

admin — Sat, 26 May 2012 17:00:51 +0000

(I am out for a walk with my boyfriend, near my mum’s house. He suggests we have a look around the church that my parents got married in. Having had a quick look round we are about to leave and I turn around, to see him on one knee.)

Boyfriend: *holding out closed box* “Will you marry me?”

Me: *incomprehensible shrieking*

Boyfriend: “I take it that’s a yes?”

Me: “Yes, of course!”

(He opens the ring box, only to find he’s been holding it upside down. The ring falls out and rolls away. I find it, pick it up and put it on.)

Boyfriend: “When we tell people how romantic this was, can we leave that bit out?”

Appreciate His Perfect Delivery

admin — Sat, 26 May 2012 16:00:27 +0000

(I have been out of the country for several weeks. My boyfriend and I live together, and he has held on to my keys while I was gone. It is Sunday morning, a few days after I have returned. I’m a student of ancient history, and can read ancient Egyptian.)

Boyfriend: “I lost my mailbox key while you were gone, so I took yours.”

Me: “Really? Why don’t you just get a new one from the management company?”

Boyfriend: “Laziness.”

Me: “Great. Thanks.”

Boyfriend: “Here’s the key. Why don’t you go down and get the mail?”

Me: “No, I’m going out for a run.”

Boyfriend: “Seriously, just go get the mail.”

Me: “Why can’t you put your pants on and go downstairs? Oh, fine! But I’m running first!”

(On my way back from my run, I hit the lobby to get the mail, still grumbling about my boyfriend’s laziness. I open up the mailbox to find a white card, with Egyptian hieroglyphs on it. I realize the card reads, “Will you be my wife?” I immediately think my boyfriend is playing a cruel joke. I head upstairs. Just as I open the door, my boyfriend is on his knee, in his PJs.)

Boyfriend: “Will you marry me?”

Me: *laughing* “Yes!”

(It turns out that he had to keep me from using the mailbox because he had been receiving so much wedding-related advertisements after purchasing my ring!)

Strange Chemistry Between Them

admin — Fri, 25 May 2012 19:00:27 +0000

(My boyfriend and I are both students in technical majors. He’s in computer science, and I am in electrical engineering. I am currently programming an algorithm, and he’s helping me.)

Me: “So, I am programming. Has this made me more attractive to you?”

Boyfriend: “Hell, yeah! I think your boobs are getting bigger right now.”

Me: “Aw, that’s sweet..”

Boyfriend: “On the same note, I think you’ve also started growing a moustache.”

No Hate In This Proposition

admin — Fri, 25 May 2012 18:00:14 +0000

(My boyfriend and I are a straight couple, at a photo-shoot for a fairly well-known pro-LGBT campaign. In these photos, participants wear white and have duct tape over their mouths to represent LGBT voices being silenced. We are stepping in front of the camera and both have duct tape over our mouths. I walk ahead of him, then turn around when I realize he isn’t following. He’s down on one knee holding a little red leather box with a beautiful pearl ring. I’m completely flabbergasted, clearly tearing up and neither of us are saying a word.)

Gay man standing in line: “Don’t you dare cry! Your mascara will run! Just say yes to your man!”

(I do cry, the mascara does not run, I nod my head yes and about 50 random people we don’t know take pictures with us after.)

With Great Bacon, Comes Great Responsibility, Part 4

admin — Fri, 25 May 2012 17:00:15 +0000

(My boyfriend and I are still in school, but often joke that we are already married. We are discussing our love of bacon.)

Me: “Well, if you eat too much bacon you’ll start to look like bacon.”

Boyfriend: “But that would be awesome!”

Me: “What am I supposed to do with a piece of bacon for a husband?”

Boyfriend: “Love it! In sickness and in health, woman!”

Create-A-Date

admin — Fri, 25 May 2012 16:00:38 +0000

(I am in class while talking to a fellow student.)

Student: “You guys are spending so much time together. I think it’s so cute that you started dating!”

Me: *looks at my friend* “Are we dating?”

My Friend: “I don’t know. Are we?”

(This goes back and forth for a few moments.)

Student: “You most certainly are.”

Me: *looks at friend* “I guess we are dating.”

My Friend: “I guess so.”

(We go back to painting. He is now my husband!)

He’s A Barber-ian

admin — Thu, 24 May 2012 19:00:30 +0000

(My fiancé has had long hair for as long as we’ve been together. I am a hairdresser, and he is a weight-lifting martial artist.)

Fiancé: “Hey, I’m thinking of going short, just to see a difference. What do you think?”

Me: “Well, I like your hair, but change is always good. I can do it now if you want me to.”

Fiancé: *completely serious* “Yeah, but…I need my hair long for the wedding! Would it be long enough for then? I need to look pretty!”

Being A Bloke About The Coke

admin — Thu, 24 May 2012 18:00:17 +0000

(My fiancé and I are having a late dinner at a diner after we get off work. I order a Diet Coke.)

Me: *takes sip of drink* “Aw man, she gave me a regular Coke.”

Fiancé: “Just tell her about it when she comes back to take our order.”

(We order our food and the waitress goes to put in her order. I forget to mention the drink mix-up; however, my fiancé does not.)

Fiancé: *very loudly* “Hey, could you please bring her a Diet Coke instead of a regular?”

Me: “Thanks for remembering! Although now everyone here thinks you’re a chauvinistic jerk.”

Fiancé: “Yeah, that did make me look bad, didn’t it?”