I had been on a date when something came up at my office and had to deal with it. So he patiently waited as we sat at a cafe and I worked away on my laptop while talking on the phone. Because the technology gods had cursed me, things just dragged on and on. I realized as I kept working that we weren't going to make the plans he set out for us. At one point he excused himself and went back up to the room, and I thought: "Oh no! He's angry or frustrated."
So on my way back to our room I got myself ready to grovel for forgiveness, feeling sincerely remorseful.
The moment I enter the room, I see our bed covered in rose petals. "You seemed to need some stress relief," he said with a broad smile. Talk about giving a woman weak knees.
Since our plans were already dashed, we stayed in the rest of the day... playing monopoly.
Gents, thank you for those kind of moments, they reignite my hope in humanity.