i'm not very romantic, so i don't consider anything i do to be romantic ever, even when it's under the pretense of romance. i mean, i try to be nice to a guy... cook him an awesome meal and have a night of music. and amar, i'm with ya... i've written guys songs, but i write songs all the time, so that's not really "romantic" so much as hard-wired. (although i'm putting together an entire song cycle right now about my current heartbreak, lol!)
ummm.... i did surprise a boyfriend with a week in vegas for christmas, but that was more to see if i could buy him off and make him behave like a human for a while. turns out $3000 bought me two months of relatively human and humane behavior from him before he reverted to his usual bitchiness. ultimately, that proved not worth the investment!
now the most romantic thing anyone ever did for me was when my ex-boyfriend ben actually put together a picture book for me, telling the story of his post-coming-out life prior to me and how he felt i changed his life at the time. that really was sweet, and it really did floor me... his birthday is valentine's day, so i returned the favor with a giant bouquet of flowers delivered to his office.
ultimately that one didn't work out... we weren't entirely compatible. he was a smoker and i'm asthmatic, he was very conservative and i was very liberal (we've both moved closer to the center of the spectrum since and have also both become harder to define). ultimately, though, the relationship failed because i really did start treating him like crap, something i realized at the time of our break up. he really did deserve somebody who loved him more unconditionally than i am capable of, and perhaps that was my kindest gesture in a relationship. we've remained very good friends; he's since married the man he's been with since 1998 or 1999, and they're in the process of adopting right now. so all's well that ends well.
and i still have the little picture book he made me. it warms my heart when i think of it.