THINK your love for your partner is unique and unlike any other? It’s not if you insist on doing it in these clichéd places:
Wow, how’d you hit on Paris as a destination for your romantic getaway? Did it come to you in a dream? Trying to be in love in the literal City of Love is as easy as falling off a baguette. Try Luton next time, that will really test your limits for being besotted with each other.
How predictable. You can’t say ‘romance’ without saying Rome. If you can only stand each other when you’re sharing a tiramisu near the Trevi Fountain you’re probably not meant to be, and will struggle to keep the flame alive once you’ve moved to a new build estate near Gloucester and spawned two annoying kids.
There’s nothing like a long walk on the beach. The stunning scenery, the fresh sea air, the sound of the waves so loud that you can barely hear your partner going on about whatever shit their colleague did this week. Of course you feel loved-up, you twee, boring bastards.
A fancy restaurant
Dressing up and splashing the cash on oysters and expensive wine, are you? Think your partner will love you even more because you’ve shelled out a couple of hundred quid on several tiny plates of food with names you can’t pronounce? You should know that real love can withstand multiple trips to the same Pizza Express with the same 50% off voucher.
In each other’s eyes
Oh f**k off. You two don’t even need to leave the house, do you? Mooning about, able to spend time together without being three pints deep or high on some illegal substance. It’s pathetic, but worst of all? So unoriginal. Anyway, it will definitely wear off within a year or two, leaving you shackled together by a mortgage and a dog, so enjoy it while it lasts.