I am definitely romantic. My kinda romance is more about two return tickets to any nearby destination, a nice service apartment, handcuffs, lubes, cheesecakes, melted chocolate & whipped cream. Opening car doors, bending knees & flowers are too much 80s. I am happy to be me.
I am never gonna propose my LOVE with a ring in my hand. I would rather prefer to be on my knees with a box full of condoms, lubes, anti pregnancy pills, a bare minimum badly planned vacation & hopefully a new husky puppy (Gonna name him snowball, yeah I grabbed it from Secret life of pets 2).
She will understand “I am not planning/faking it“. I am so ME in my stupid ways. I will see how well she receives me with all my flaws.
Ingredients of HAPPINESS;
1. Bad weather.
2. Good mood.
3. Clean bed.
4. Dirty mind.
(N.B: Make sure you have enough stamina & a pack of lubes handy.)