When I was little I was really bad at seeing romance in T.V. and films, and now I'm older and have learnt to see those things from others I'm amazed by what I couldn't see (even two characters kissing wasn't always enough). Later when I could recognise that stuff I would instantly lose interest in what I was watching, which annoyed my sister no end because I would wonder off and then come back and ask her what I had missed.
I never worried about getting a boyfriend/girlfriend. I remember one of my friends talking about how embaressing it would be to not have a boyfriend by 16 and not have had sex by 18, and I just agreed even though I had no opinion because we wouldn't be 16 for a few more years so she would probably forget and so it wouldn't come back to haunt me.
When I was 18 (not quite a kid I suppose) I got asked out for the first time (actually I had been asked out before, but I don't count that one), and I was excited (despite having never been excited about the idea ever before). Then, whilest being in the relationship I started to freak out and had to break up with him with no explaination (I couldn't put my finger on a reason). Poor guy never has got a reason
Also a lot of physical interactions that other people might consider romantic I consider friendly, because they're things I do with my family. Holding hands, hugging, kisses on the cheek (even a peck on the lips with my mum occassionally), to be honest I sometimes wonder if other memebers of my family might be aro-spec; maybe that's why we're so close to each other?