I just love the story of the way I met my present husband and the story of him asking me out on our first date. Those are the stories that I find most endearing.

Unfortunately, I have none. Both exes were frauds. I’ll come back and answer this if the situation ever arises.

What is your story, lbetters?

Our first night together when we had just started getting to know one another.

Our first kiss and how he went about getting it.

Watching him move some boxes of my things into his home.

When he gave me a toothbrush the first time I spent the night at his place and put it in a cup with his.

Our earliest phone conversations and how easy they were.

When he turned up the volume and bass to his favorite song in the car.

When I came home to find my flat tire filled.

The look on his face when he opened a gift I gave him.

Watching him play baseball – he’s really good.

Every expression he makes.

And a million other little moments.

Basically a bunch of little tiny things all pushed together. He’s made my sappy as all hell.

Mostly they are of FEELINGS that welled up. The rest are details: the place we were, beautiful vacation spot or more often than not just snuggled on the couch. I remember the time we almost burnt down the house from all the brush we had started to burn, and then a tree caught on fire. Once we were safe, the fire company having come and no damage to the house actually done, I recall the sweetest embrace that led to a lovely nap. I remember the feeling of closeness and intimacy.

I try not to remember all the things that really drove me batty or felt like true injustice that was not to be tolerated (leading to ultimate separation). I do remember these things when I start to miss him too much or think I should pick up the phone again.

But I find myself feeling best when I remember the FEELING of love, intimacy, closeness and caring. That way, I feel I can feel as if I am engaging in things that are positive, cultivate a familiarity with these kinds of feelings I hope to have more of, and hope to pass some on to others too.

It’s the most intimate moments when we are alone with each other. Talking in bed. Or making love. Falling asleep in each other’s arms. Kissing.

My guess for the astrology is my Scorpio rising, Venus sextile Pluto, and Venus trine Neptune.

I wonder if this sounds weird.

I love it when my boyfriend describes the first time we had sex. For some reason its a very vauge memory for me, but whenevver he tells me the story, I freaking melts, because he discribe all emotions, lust, and visuals. I don’t know why, it sounds kinda mostly lusty writing it out like this, but it’s really romantic when he tells it, as I was his first.

I think anytime he tells me a story(memory) of his view of our relationship, I find him very romantic.

All my favorite memories are when we are doing our household shopping, and he teases and jokes with me, makes fun of me.

Conversations, the getting to know one another. Travels and adventures. Little restaurants we went to and felt were “ours”. Sport time, as in being physical together..biking, hiking and such. Sex. Conversations were the biggest though, as we got to know each other intimately, before being physically intimate. The kind of saying something and the other knows where you are at in your mind. The other, feeling the same, and the conversation just flows.

Moments alone with my ex. Just laying in bed and chatting.road trips. Dinners. Fishing. Sex too but now that he’s no longer here that seems not so important.

Oh I am a Scorpio and the man in question is an Aries his Sun is in the 8th house.

Sigh. I love to hear how people have met (the happy relationships that have lasted), especially the ones where you both just happen to be somewhere, lay eyes on each other, and at least one is hopelessly hooked immediately.

When Neptune was on my Venus: sadly, it turned out to be just a dream but such a beautiful one, I’ll treasure it for the rest of my life.

I’d been in an horrendous marriage, and had ended a long term relationship the year before. We had a new boss at work. I could feel (Scorpio) that he was interested, but pretended not to notice, and he circled me for months without making a move.

As the holiday season approached, he came in and asked if I would partner him over the events “because if I’m with you, no-one will gossip” – absolute rubbish, of course I said OK, and the first party was in November. It was all very proper, and as he escorted me home, he asked if we could meet for dinner the following night. Still moving slowly, we had a few more dates.

Almost Christmas, and he again suggested dinner. This time, it was at the swishest place I’d ever been in and, surprise, surpise – it just happened to be within walking distance of his home.

He suggested we go there for a nightcap, and as he opened the door, there was a huge Christmas tree, floor to ceiling, decorated in silver. The entire place was hung with silver streamers, and the silver music of the pan pipes was playing.

He seduced me in the most sensuous, erotic, delightful ways imaginable. (His Mars sextile my Venus, my Sun conjunct his Mars) I thought all my dreams had come true.

A few days later, his next-door neighbour walked in on us, and created a terrible scene. He had been seeing her, but hadn’t ended it or told her about me. Afterwards, he told me that he was ashamed of himself and had just been using her “because she was next-door and available”

There’s much more to this, of course …. then I found out that there were others, so I ended it. After a few weeks, he told me that he couldn’t live without me and begged me to go back. We went on to have a six year relationship, but I never felt the same. My heart wasn’t in it, so I finished with him totally.

But I’ll always remember that fairy tale transit. It brought so much beauty into my life.

conversations.
all of my fondest relationships were with people who wake me up and trigger me to stretch my consciousness. erm, venuspluto girlie iam.

i have venus saturn. things tend to take a long time. if they really matter.

I mostly cherish the little moments. Holding my hand while walking in a park, sitting by the water, a warm gaze next to me in bed, a kiss. Probably the moments when it felt like we were the only people in the world.