| erin | my backyard in the summer |
| TJ Holland | In the wilds of Japan (what's left of them)...FAR from the city...in a bamboo forest, in candlelight, flowing Tai Chi moves, falling water, and HIM. |
| Violet | I think the poconos look cool... I mean, wow.... a seven foot champagne glass bath tub! How fun! It'd be a little tacky, I guess... but romantic and fun!! |
| sweetness | Anywhere on the rocky coast of Maine, with a few candles and fading daylight.... |
| B.K. | A house on stilts on a Bora Bora beach (winter) Hawaii, (2002, YES) Anywhere with HIM, absolutely anywhere! |
| Misti | San Francisco anytime. I'd like to live there someday. I like their newspaper. |
| Kirk | Eiffel Tower, just for the cliche of it. |
| Just Some Girl | Montmartre during a full moon in the spring. |
| chris | Texas. San Angelo city limits. May. Gory sunset bleeding through the stubby mesquite and ocotillo. Thunderheads building to the east. Cooler of good beer in the pickup bed & a single white rose for my wife........ |
| Rhetoric | I have two ideas of romantic spots. One spot would be for me to savour and be caught up in its beauty (just about any ocean that can catch the golden rays of a sunrise/set) and sit perfectly quiet and still. Another is to share with loved one (the amazing lush green foliage and mountains in Bali) while sitting under a handmade umbrella during a rain. |
| Derelict Daisy | I sorta think I might like to visit my reflection in TJ Holland's eyes...the sooner the better. Maybe. Actually, pretty certain. Over a long lush dinner in the Governor's Suite at The Driskill, during the Austin Heart of Film Festival, ending with a slow boatride down the Brazos. I think. |
| Beyond_Different | Hmm. I couldn't pick just one... 1. Any beach with black sand during a gentle rain shower. 2. There's a ranch in NC that is home to a certain blond haired blue eyed guy, for christmas. 3. In the drivers seat of a '65 Corvette convertible, candy apple red, top down, cruising a seldom used stretch of road in rural NY state, just as the leaves begin to turn, with that blond haired blue eyed guy riding shotgun. |