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A Cute Love Story of Awww Moments

Short Cute Love Stories of Awww Moments

Ever found yourself waiting for that perfect moment to express your love? Even if it took years for that moment to come along? Felicia Watson tells you her cute love story of awww moments.

I haven’t had what you would call the most successful relationships, and never did experience a gist of cute love stories until this incident in my life.

Most of the guys I’ve fallen for have been unavailable, taken by a friend or taken by a friend and having an affair!

[Read: 25 relationship rules for successful love]

Makes for a nice short cute love story of comical errors, don’t you think?

But there have been some ‘awww…’ moments that should warm the cockles of any romantic’s heart.

No matter how much girls may protest, they’ve all fallen for at least one guy just for his looks.

[Read: 10 types of love you’ll experience in your life]

If a girl says they like a good-looking guy because he’s got “personality”, “a good heart” or God forbid, “intellect”, then you know what she’s really after.

My cover was that he was a hotel management student and he, presumably, would cook for me. At least my mother wouldn’t have to despair of me never being able to get a decent meal once I was married. I can’t even boil an egg.

I knew this guy, Robert, from way back. Family friends and all that. The first time I met him, he wouldn’t even look at me, which I thought was strange, considering that I was what they call an early bloomer.

[Read: 25 sweetest romantic gestures]

He seemed more interested in hanging out with my kid brother. Anyway, a few years went by, during which we had graduated from school. He went out of town to complete his hospitality management course and I mooched around the suburbs studying arts.

My mother met him at a dinner a couple of years later and came back raving about him. “You’ll never guess who’s blossomed into a wonderful young man, Felicia. Robert! He’s turned out to be not so bad-looking and he can carry on a conversation quite well,” she said. A year went by and I eventually met this “late bloomer” and wow! I didn’t care if he could carry on a conversation quite well. [Read: 30 super ways to keep a guy interested in you]

This guy was hot! And as a bonus, he was funny, smart and had excellent conversation skills. Unfortunately, I couldn’t quite exhibit mine because I was so tongue-tied.

Another year went by and I got a call from Robert’s dad, inviting me to spend the weekend at their place. And Robert was even more good-looking than I remembered. Must have been the air in Switzerland. (Did I mention that he’d gone to study his masters there?) We went out with some friends of his, had a few laughs and a few drinks. [Read: Tips to get to know someone on a date]

On the way home, we just generally talked. He, about how he wanted to go and work in some big corporation I can’t pronounce right, and I, about how I didn’t know what I wanted to do. It was easy. I didn’t really have to think much about what I had to say next. I could even rib him a bit and he didn’t mind as long as he could rib me back.

As I got out of the car, he asked me for my number. “I’ll call you”, he said. But I knew better than to expect that he actually would.

He did call.

But then I was confused. He asked me out to dinner, but was it a date? Or did he feel guilt pangs over saying he’d call me even though he didn’t intend to? And then the inevitable question. Was it a pity date? [Read: Signs to know if you’re really in love]

The day came. He even showed up early! As he opened the door, he asked me, “I hope you weren’t expecting flowers or anything.”

“Flowers? Oh no! Anything living that’s entrusted to my care dies.” It’s true. The several potted plants in my balcony devoid of plants are testament to this.

“Good,” he said as we got into the car, “Look in the back.”

I looked and thought, “Yikes!” Because sitting in the back seat was a bouquet of yellow flowers. “Hmmm… maybe this is a date after all,” I thought. And I was roused from this happy thought by Robert saying, “You’re sitting on something!” And there I was, sitting on five CDs that he had written for me. Things were indeed looking very date-like.

We were on the road and he asked if I would mind going to one of the gazillion lounges in the city. By then I was in demure-girl mode and responded appropriately, “Oh, I’m fine with anything.”

“And you don’t mind if someone else comes along? My friend’s sitting at home and has nothing to do tonight.”

“Oh sure,” I said, all the while thinking, “Flowers: check; gift: check; alone time: … Oh well, two out of three isn’t bad.” [Read: How guys really fall in love]

We picked up his friend and got to the lounge. And we did the same thing, some more drinks and some more laughs. Then we went to one of the gazillion clubs. After a bit, we left the friend in one part of the club and stood in a corner near the dance floor.

[Read: Classy rules to be the best date you can ever be]

And that’s when he told me that he had liked me for a long time. Ever since we had met for the first time. And how he wasn’t sure if I felt the same way. And that’s where my own cute love story unfolded and blossomed into a short love story of bliss and romance!

Aaawwwww….

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  • Hannah

    So? What happened?! Did you date?? Did you break up? Are yall married? Or is this made up? Don’t keep me in suspense!

  • broken watch

    It was last summer and she and I were together for almost 1 year. We we’re madly in love with one another and things were great! One morning we sat on the couch after breakfast watching Gordon Ramsay. We got into a little debate regarding who can make the better sandwich. Knowing that my girlfriend was very competitive, she couldn’t refuse. The rules were simple: You can use whatever you want, it must be served with chips and a drink, and it must be made by the end of the day. So we immediately set off to gather ingredients. Both of us are shoving each other around the kitchen for stuff to use. Slapping each others butts sliding around the floor in our socks. I say fuck it. This is her domain now. I had to take my work elsewhere. I decide to hit up my friend to help me make my sandwich granted I give him beer and a piece. He agrees. My friend and I storm the grocery store, but guess whose there too, my girlfriend. She gives us the death stare. ITS ON. We are literally running up and down the isles getting stuff. I hit the deli and get the meats and cheese and my friend goes to get the Dijon Mustard and lettuce. I oddly don’t see her anywhere near the deli. In fact she left before we did. I’m starting to worry and my friend and I immediately race back to his kitchen and start making this Ham BLT w/Mustard (she loves mustard). My sandwich is done and I got Doritos Nacho Chips because I hate Cool Ranch and she loves it for some reason. This was me wanting her to taste defeat. I pack the sandwich and my friend slaps my ass out the door and I tell him I love him. I drive like a mad man back to my house and kick down the door. There she is ready with a bacon packed grilled Chicken Sandwich with Honey Mustard perfectly dripping down the side of the sandwich. Served with Salt and Vinegar chips and Arizona ice tea. It was a beauty to look at. I give her my sandwich and she opens it and she immediate gasps and smiles. Now to eat… We both go Super Saiyan on these things. Watching her eat was sort of scary. I guess she was really hungry. Eventually we finish and I get up and kiss her right on her mustard-lips and give her the victory. That girl can make a damn good sandwich. During the Post-Sandwich Battle sex, she told me she was going to get up to do the same thing to me. I just wanted to marry her on the spot.