Bad Romance

My name is Indigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

I have seen it too many times.

A fav of my daughter-in-law.

The preacher at her wedding mimicked the preacher in the movie for the rehearsal. It was awesome.

Even I know that line... my sister loves the movie.


Bad romance?

You mean every relationship I've ever had?

*insert pouty face here*

Learn to leave before they do....

Hurts less.
 
Great books! I also was a Wally Lamb fan. I have not checked if he has any new books. It has been years.
It also looks like I am stalking you, so I will leave it at that. :D

Last one was late last year.
 
Even I know that line... my sister loves the movie.

"Is very strange. I have been in the revenge business so long, now that it's over, I don't know what to do with the rest of my life."

"Have you considered piracy?"
 
I fell in love with a cute girl that constantly commented on my Tshirts and aftershave each time i saw her.
As the flirting got more intense each time i saw her and the tshirts and aftershave were always her icebreaking line.
I couldnt get her out of my mind and was trying to work out how to ask her out.
In the end i did this for want of a better idea....(be gentle you fuckers:) )

I bottled a tiny amount of the aftershave in a sample thing and cut out a heart shaped piece from the chest of that days tshirt.
I wrapped the heart shaped fragment around the aftershave tube and wrapped both with a piece of paper that had my phone number on it. And off i went...

As we chatted, i offered her the little package, and said: Heres a token of my heart, the aftershave you like so much and if your really stupid my numbers there too. Just incase you want to catch up sometime. She blushed,i blushed and smiled. Then made for the door.
As i walked away from her desk she ran after me and as i spun around she jumped up and i caught her, she wrapped her legs around me and we kissed. She was smiling and crying at the same time. It was really emotional as up until that point we had chatted over a desk once a week or so for 2years.
Kicker:
As we kissed and i held her up,still wrapped in her legs i felt something in her back pocket(tight jeans). As i adjusted my grip on her thighs/butt that something fell from the pocket........ Wedding&engagement rings:(
 
I am not particularly fond of romance. Let me know when they finally make Bridget Jones's Funeral or Kate Hudson stars in something that doesn't make me roll my eyes (aside from Almost Famous). The idea of reading anything by Nora Roberts, Nicholas Sparks, or Danielle Steele is only a mild step above spending time with my Sarah Palin-loving ex in-laws. Harlequin romance novels rank below that. Grand romantic gestures make me feel awkward and uncomfortable.

I do, however, like bad romance. The idea that Gatsby created this entire world for Daisy just to be killed, Anna Karenina throwing herself on the train tracks to die after her affair, Jake's line of "isn't it lovely to think so" to Brett in The Sun Also Rises, Rhett Butler walking out on Scarlett O'Hara, the video Days Go By.

So to break the alt-hunting monotony and to feed my Miss Havisham soul, tell me the most romantic thing you have ever done. Bonus points for a macabre ending.


I guess this explains luk.

Tell me about your childhood.
 
The English Patient and Cold Mountain are my kind of romantic.

Also I've always found Terminator terribly romantic. I came across time for you Sarah. Most twats just want to come on your face.
 
The English Patient and Cold Mountain are my kind of romantic.

Also I've always found Terminator terribly romantic. I came across time for you Sarah. Most twats just want to come on your face.

Your words are romantic poetry!
:)
 
The English Patient and Cold Mountain are my kind of romantic.

Also I've always found Terminator terribly romantic. I came across time for you Sarah. Most twats just want to come on your face.

I find odd things like that romantic also. Dean R. Koontz's Lightening and Joe Hill's Horns are probably two books I find romantic others wouldn't classify in that genre.
 
I find odd things like that romantic also. Dean R. Koontz's Lightening and Joe Hill's Horns are probably two books I find romantic others wouldn't classify in that genre.

Koontz is always strangely romantic. As a young man, I'm pretty sure I fell in love with one of his female characters. It was odd.
 
I find odd things like that romantic also. Dean R. Koontz's Lightening and Joe Hill's Horns are probably two books I find romantic others wouldn't classify in that genre.

I find odd things romantic as well. Don't believe me? Check out my oddities thread. Most would shudder. I find it beautiful. *shrugs* it's just the way my brain works...
 
The traditional gift for a 17th wedding anniversery is furniture. On my 17th I walked away from an entire houseful of it, taking only a cracked, warped, reproduction colonial clawfoot table that was not part of our history together; a leave-behind there when we got to that place. It was intended as a romantic, parting gesture.

She traded away the solid-oak Dining table, eight chairs, and a matching, leaded glass china hutch for a 3/4 sized, particleboard pool table that was broken within s8x months.

I refurbished the table and still have it.
 
Great books! I also was a Wally Lamb fan. I have not checked if he has any new books. It has been years.
It also looks like I am stalking you, so I will leave it at that. :D

Seems stalking is all the rage here - I welcome your stalking any day.
 
Ferm - How did your romance thread turn into a book/movie review thread?

Where's the romance in this community?
 
I find odd things like that romantic also. Dean R. Koontz's Lightening and Joe Hill's Horns are probably two books I find romantic others wouldn't classify in that genre.

Lightening was definitely romantic. God I must re-read that.
 
My story involves a rather standard (for me) short term boyfriend (three months) when I was eighteen (minus two). It was fun and hot while it lasted. We were in love until I realized I wasn't anymore. So I broke up with him, but neglected to get back a bunch of CDs I let him borrow. He decided to hang on to them "for me" for eternity. I didn't want him to have to deal with that burden. So, when his family was gone on the weekend, I broke in through his bedroom window and reacquired my CDs. I left behind some slight damage to the window though. His parents weren't happy with my romantic gesture and threatened to call the cops if the window wasn't repaired. Well, my Dad made the repairs and locked me away in the tower for the next week. While the repairs were done, I laid around, imprisoned in the tower, listening to one of my newly reacquired CDs.
 
My fella and I are super romantic!

I had met him a few times in a dive bar I used to go to because I could get in even though I was underage and play pool. Well that joint closed. I can't imagine why. I mean somehow the cops missed me when they raided the joint looking for underage kids. A few months later he came into another dive bar with a pool table I found. My girlfriend and I were playing him and his co-worker, he went to line up his shot on the eight ball and I told him not to bank it like that he'd surely scratch. He banked it, he scratched and proceeded to tell me he hated me. Then his friend tried to ask me out on his behalf and I told him I don't believe in middlemen. That was the night he asked me out for our first date.
 
...I came across time for you Sarah. Most twats just want to come on your face.

My heart just skipped a beat.

My story starts years ago, I had this glorious summer romance. Days spent on the beach swimming and bounding around in my old International Scout beach buggy, and nights.....well, nights spent pressing our young, fit, bodies together. I was cleaving mountains twain with my fuck fury, I'd look at her and see her nipples flying all over like angry bees - you know, good sexy times. At some point during that summer I'd surprised her with roses, we hung them to dry.
But the day finally came, the summer was over, and she went home to her real life. We'd made plans to reunite. And eventually did when I moved to where she lived....but it was obvious she had moved on. I gave her a gift, one of the roses which I'd clipped and mounted under glass in a bed of beach sand and tiny shells. Then I got on with it, spent the next 10 years living like a wayward +1 without ever having a proper +1, but always imagining it was her in that space.
Ten years later she came back into my life and it was glorious again! Never have I experienced better chemistry, we were poised to take over the world! Then about a year in, she left again, breaking it off without telling me why.

So fuck it. Now I sleep in the middle of the bed and the dog rides up front.
 
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