The romances I write are usually edgy and daring. There's heartbreak and all kinds of angst before the couple finally finds their HEA. So when my good friend, Nichole Chase, asked if I would share my #RealRomance story for her #RealRomance week, I was a little tentative, because I’ve always thought of my real life as pretty damn boring. I mean, when you could read about a hot mafioso whose past might just get his new, innocent, love interest killed (That's my shameless plug for Outside the Lines, coming in Jan!), who would want to read about me? But then I thought more and realized that what I have is #RealRomance. And it’s really only a little boring.
I found my husband thirty years ago in the basement of a University of Vermont fraternity house. I picked Steven out of the crowd because, let’s face it, he’s hot. What I could never have known is he has a heart of gold. Course, at the time, we were both seeing other people, (because, did I mention, he’s hot?) so all we did was talk, but I remember not being able to get him off my mind for weeks after.
That was October and I didn’t see him again until February, when we ran into each other at a bar. (The drinking age in Vermont was still 18 at the time, so we were in the bars EVERY night.)(Eight o’clock classes were the bane of my existence.) We talked again that night, and I discovered he’d broken up with his girlfriend about the same time as my relationship ended. The bars were all downtown and campus was a twenty minute walk up the hill so, being the gentleman he is, he walked me back to my apartment. He knew we were both in the Greek system because we’d met at a mixer, and the big Greek Black and White Formal was coming up on the weekend. Though he didn’t ask me to go to with him, he did ask if I was going. I told him I’d be there.
I took a little extra time that night to primp and polish, and when me and my sisters walked into the ballroom (fashionably late), he was already there with his guys—talking to a girl. My heart sank through the floor—until he broke away and came over to talk to me. I remember that night being a little strange because it turned out that his best friend’s girlfriend (who is now his best friend’s wife and a good friend of mine) (Hi Margo!) was trying to set him up with one of her sorority sisters, so she kept running interference. (And maybe calling me names ;-p) When the formal broke up, several people decided to go back to the guys’ fraternity to keep the party going. I was a little leery because none of my sisters were going, and a large group of girls from the other house were, but Steven asked me to come, so I did. We talked some more that night, and it was nearly dawn when he pulled me into a room away from the party and kissed me. (At which point I’m pretty sure Margo gave up.)
We graduated just over a year later, were married three years after that. Two kids and twenty six wedding anniversaries later, we are now officially empty nesters. I’ve been told that’s when everything is supposed to fall apart, but I love him more than I ever have.
So, now it’s your turn! If you just want to post a line or two on Twitter, a pic on Instagram or Pinterest, or tell us the extended version on Facebook, use the hashtag #RealRomance and share your stories!! And don’t forget to enter below for signed books by moi and a whole slew of other amazing authors!