Rule number one : Sweet talk, but don't intimidate her. Cheesy So, you think cheesy is cool? NO WAY. Try this. A guy, trying to get your attention and lovin' so he hires a violin player to serenade you in the middle of a street. Not cool, also embrassing. But, I've had worse. Young Boy I've had anonymous flowers and chocolates sent to me for weeks, then I finally get a note saying 'want to meet me? come to the park at 4:00pm'. I rock up, and there is a boy, 6 years my junior, in a tuxedo. Cute, very cute, but it's so hard to tell him 'sweetie, it's not going to work, I'm starting Uni and you're just going in to high school'. Perfect boy (rare) OR, there's the perfect boy. He's the one who plays aloof! damn aloof! because, then you try to get his attention. And once he knows you're interested, he treats you like a Queen. I am a queen. Say it girls, 'we are queens'. So, whats the point of all this? There is none, but it's true that romance can be whack. I prefer: An austere picnic. One down by the river, in the private spots, with a rug. Champange, of course. Fresh bagels, cheese, ham, salad. And chocolate chip muffins (I'm still menstrual at the moment, so it's a good addition to the package). So, seize the day. Grab a guy by the balls, tell him he needs you or else his life is worthless, and go get married. Wait for kids, otherwise they'll kill the sex life and the romance. Then, get rich. Live happily ever after.