I am so excited to have one of my good friends AND favorite authors, Shelli Stevens come chat with us today. Not only is she too cool for school, her new book Tempting Adam comes out from Samhain Publishing on Tuesday. If you like her post, you’ll LOVE her books. Trust me, she’s fab. So, take it away, Shelli…
I love romance novels, don’t get me wrong. I do. I read them. I write them. I use them as a coaster for my iced Americano. They’re just fabulous all around and I’ll never abandon them.
But over the past few years, I’ve begun to wonder about one tiny little possibility. By reading them, have I set the bar a little too high for finding my own Mr. Right? Umm, gonna have to say a big fat HECK YEAH on that one.
Way back when I would get asked out by a perfectly acceptable guy, only to turn him down because I was waiting to become the Greek tycoon's virgin mistress. And then after awhile the virgin part became like a virgin, to let’s not even pretend. Not to mention there wasn’t a Greek tycoon in sight.
So I flung myself into the dating scene. I rarely got the weak knees, men didn’t usually give hard punishing kisses that I read about, and they sure as heck didn’t call when they said they would. So I’d move onto the next guy. If he didn’t look and act like the hero in a romance novel, I wanted
no part of it, er, nothing long term. He became Mr. Right now.
When I wound up pregnant with one man who’d swindled my heart a bit, I just knew how it would end, because this premise was all too popular in the books I read! I could either:
A. Run away because I was too afraid to tell him, have our love child and raise him/her alone, and wait for my lover to find me years later to declare his love.
B. Tell him I was pregnant and he’d declare it was the best thing ever and of course we’d get married and live happily ever after.
I figured B was less dramatic. Well five years and another single mom later, I’ve learned my lesson and expanded my reading selections. Now, yes, I am making light of this a bit because really, I’m not that naïve, but I do think the constant romance novel reading shaped the way I looked at love and relationships. It still does to be honest.
And now I’m thinking about dating again. I’m into my early thirties and so blatantly single, that even my single friends don’t know what to do with me. I haven’t been on a date since before Britney Spears’ uterus became the new hang out and I’m determined to change that. And I take complete inspiration from Gemma. I see her posts on dating Pirates and speed dating, and I think she’s just too cool.
This time in the dating round, though, I’m going to be a little more realistic (hmm, you think?), because if there are men out there who could be the hero in a romance novel, they’re already married. Or in the witness protection program or something, but I can’t find them!
So indulge me now, if you would. If you’ve found the love of your life, what made you fall for him? Were you looking for that romance novel hero? That romance novel love?
And if you’re single, where do you go to meet men!? I’m going to need some help here.
~ Shelli Stevens
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Posted by Gemma Halliday at 7:20 PM