Gay men,lesbian women are our date nights different?

[ctozrn]

On Valentines day a co-worker and I were discussing our plans for the evening. My co-worker is a gay man. He wasn't sure what he was going to do for his partner for dinner. I told him what I was planning: a trip to the gourmet food store to buy finger foods, hummus, pita bread, olives, fresh pineapple, cucumber and tomato salad, chocolate dipped strawberries, little chocolate cake, and champagne. Gas log fireplace, spread a blanket, candles, and set up a Valentines day picnic. He gasped in true gay man fashion! :eek: "My man would NEVER go for that! He has to have a fancy sit down dinner. He would never sit on the floor!"

This got me thinking about the differences between gay men and lesbian women. What is your idea of a great date with your partner or potential partner?

Are we really that different? :love:

[keltic63]

I'd have to say that if there are differences, it's because PEOPLE are different, not necessarily because of gay/lesbian differences.

Valentine's dinner for us was nothing special, but for later in the evening, I bought a bottle of champagne and made a special dessert of vanilla ice cream (laced with some tabasco for a hot kick) topped with sliced fresh strawberries in an orange vodka sauce.

last year I set up a table in the bedroom and served a fancy meal there. we have never gone out for Valentine's dinner. hmmmm, maybe next year.

[belladonnacordial]

I am happy to say my best Valentine's Day ever (just passed) cost us a postage stamp. My partner who is the romantic in our relationship posted a letter to our home address. In it he listed all the circumstances over our ten year relationship that made him realize how much we love each other.

Some of them were small things, like when I wrapped up a cookie I had baked and left it on his chest on my way to work while he was sleeping. Or when his puppy peed on my purse when we were first dating. He is our dog now, wiser and far more socially savvy.

Some were bigger things like when I fell down icy steps one winter and broke both my wrists. He bathed and dress me. I couldn't even wipe my own butt. Then there was the year I worked two jobs so he could take continuing education classes. Two years ago he held my hand and my grandmother's hand while she was dying.

Some of the little incidents and even some of the larger ones, I had all but forgotten. He also made a very nice ginger stirfry for light supper. The rest of my Valentine's is not fit to print, I am pleased to report : )