Wanting heroes and heroines to get together is part of my DNA. At least it seems that way. For as long as I can remember, I’ve looked for romances everywhere.
–When I first watched Peter Pan, I was sure he and Wendy were meant for each other. Tinkerbell was just getting in the way.
–During elementary school, my bus dropped me off at my house at 3:50 pm every afternoon—just in time for the last 10 minutes of Guiding Light, which I watched religiously. (Lujack, I still love you, and so does Beth.)
–I watched Jem and the Holograms not because it was a cool cartoon but because of the love triangle.
–I snuck out of bed and hid under the piano in the living room so I could watch Rhett Butler—oh, I mean Gone with the Wind, back when it played on network TV once a year.
Yep, I’m a die-hard romantic. If a story doesn’t have a romance, I’ll add one in my mind. Someone please tell me you do this too. I can’t be the only one who was born a romantic!