A while back I got asked by a fun blog if I’d write a post for them on romance for the February season, it being Valentines and all. Well, anyone who knows me knows just how romantic I am..
Ask hubby who has been forgotten on many a Valentines day, let alone our wedding anniversary.
Ask the friend of mine who begged me to write a romance novel for her and ended up with a story about death.
Ask the boy I went on a date with in my youth only to sit in his van coloring and yakking up a storm.
Ask my mother who tried to dress me in frills and teach me to be a lady but got a sulk and dirty clothes and nails for her trouble.
Ask the neighborhood boy who settled for me as an afternoon companion when he found out my older brother couldn’t come out to beat up some kids because he was being grounded.
Sigh. Not a romantic bone in my body.
It’s the result of having too much testosterone in my near vicinity, i think. Or maybe it’s just because I don’t understand it. Whatever the case, i did write the post, and I think I did ok with it. In fact, I think I learned a few things. Please do the blog a favour for me, and reward their belief in me with a visit over at Lost in Fiction.