A. J. McLean Quotes

I'm a sucker for accents and any man who can actually sing and serenade you.

I love an old-school gentleman. Picking me up for dates, sending flowers, holding the door open, I love it all.

Gone are the days when a gentleman lightly took your hand in his and brushed his lips across it, or tipped his hat to acknowledge you as he chivalrously stepped aside to let you pass.

I'm really an old-fashioned girl - I like to be romanced.

I like good manners, old-fashioned courting, I like being wooed.

I am the king of old school romance.

We owe to the Middle Ages the two worst inventions of humanity - romantic love and gunpowder.

I'm not old-fashioned when it comes to dating, but there's something nice about a guy pulling out a girl's chair and opening the door for her, even if it's just in the beginning.

When it comes to romance, I believe in keeping it simple. With my last girlfriend, we were on our way to our favorite restaurant when I pretended that the car was crappin' out. I asked her to get out and check if smoke was coming from the exhaust. When she did, I popped the trunk and inside were six dozen roses and a stuffed bear.

I love historical romance, absolutely love it.

I'm the old-fashioned type who prefers to meet a woman in a more normal setting. I don't like to feel that I'm being hunted down. I've always liked to do my own hunting when it comes to meeting women.

When I do get married, I'm gonna sing to my wife. If a woman makes me fall in love, I've got to sing to her.

I love doing 'I Will Always Love You.'

Old-world romance underlines my relationships, even with my son and the dog.

The poem that became the song 'Gold All Over the Ground' was written during 1967, when my dad was really falling in love with my mother.

My idea of romance is pretty old school.

I like a little chivalry; I like to receive flowers. I like taking care of a son and a husband, and in my judgment, those who recoil from these things don't know what they're missing.

My first boyfriend that I ever had, actually sang a song that he wrote for me on-stage to ask me out. That was pretty romantic.

Men who write love letters don't live in this century.

I'm afraid I was very much the traditionalist. I went down on one knee and dictated a proposal which my secretary faxed over straight away.

Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter, So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head, as she rode by.

Singing is a lover's thing.

Tira begins to sing "I'm No Angel" to him as the screen fades: Baby, I can warm you with this love of mine. I'm No Angel. Aw, let me feel my fingers running through your hair, I can give you kisses. . . .

I love you too, Will Blakelee," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

He stared at her, knowing with certainty that he was falling in love. He pulled her close and kissed her beneath a blanket of stars, wondering how on earth he'd been lucky enough to find her.