I don't know how to be sexy on a date. Put up a camera and a wind machine, and I'll give you sexy. Put me at a dinner table with some candlelight and the moon shining in and, oh, I will give you dork.
Free cable is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Lock Katrine blue, Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees, And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy.
Her idea of a romantic setting is one that has a diamond in it. If you feel the need to marry a doctor, I suggest a dermatologist. Good hours, free Retin-A.
The best kisses in the world take place at night, in the ocean, with two naked bodies coiled around one another, only the stars to keep them company.
A first date should be elegant. In comfortable surroundings. A place with excellent food, where you can talk easily and get to know each other.
The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well.
The greenhouse scene! It was just so fun to have the romance and the action.
I would like to do maybe a smaller romantic comedy.
When I will be with the perfect girl at the perfect place, that would be a perfect date for me.
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.
But I would rather be with you, somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July, just looking up to Heaven, at this crescent in the sky
A fantabulous night to make romance.
Don't tell me baby you gotta go, I got the hifi high and the lights down low.
To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade.
Once I was a couple. I was my own king and queen with cheese and bread and rosé on the rocks of Rockport.
Art galleries are the best first date spots for my money.
Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes.
... in the movies Paris is designed as a backdrop for only three things--love, fashion shows, and revolution.
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.
What I really want is to sit next to someone under an L.L. bean blanket on the beach in the fall and drink coffee from the same mug. I don't want some rusty '73 Ford Pinto with a factory-defective gas tank that causes it to explode when it's rear-ended in the parking lot of the supermarket. So why do I keep looking for Pintos?
For me, candlelit is the only way to have a dinner. There are always candles at my table. And I like to have Luis Miguel playing in the background.
It was an old fashioned house --the sort of house in fact, as Strange expressed it, which a lady in a novel might like to be persecuted in.
In our romantic groves I adored her like a divinity.
