I want a little sugar in my bowl...

Romance. I want it.

I've been watching "Sex and the City" recently (just to see what all the fuss is about) and apart from making me wish I lived in Manhattan and had Carrie Bradshaw's wardrobe, it has made me all romantic.

Today I was trying to remember the last time I did something romantic with someone and realised I was thinking back years.

My first real love was romantic. He took me dancing in an empty dance studio on our first date and taught me how to waltz. He also wrote a song for me... there's nothing much more romantic than that.

My second love had moments of romance. A trip to the beach where we slept in the car and ate fish and chips by the light of the setting sun.

I have had others, males and females, be romantic both platonically and... um... romantically (?) but even these occasions are few and far between nowdays.
What is it about me now that encourages such complacency?
Where are the flowers?
Where are the notes left on my pillow?
Where are the surprise nights out?

Perhaps I am too self sufficient... too willing to pay my own way, look after myself... no room for Prince Charmings.

Fuck that! I want to be a princess too sometimes.

I don't want expensive dinners. I don't want presents. I don't want elaborate plans.
I just want someone to make me feel truly beautiful and special. I don't want to be just one of the guys or worse...

I'm not asking for the world... just a bottle of bubbly, a punnet of strawberries and your undivided attention.