Question – Does Reading Romance Make You Question Whether You Are Normal?
I, like you, read romance novels. Be it paranormal romance or urban fantasy with romantic elements or contemporary romance, ROMANCE is the word of the day. I like reading about the thrill a hero and heroine get when they first meet and first realize they are meant to be together. I like the passion and the electricity new love, and even established love, present on the page.
But I have to admit that sometimes that passion makes me wonder if I’m truly normal when it comes to romance and sex or if the heroine in the book is the anomaly.
Here are a few examples, off the top of my head:
Example number one – the sweaty/sexy mess of a man.
In the book: The hero has just come back from a run and enters the room. He is a sweaty and grimy mess. The heroine takes one look at him and her knees go weak. He’s not sweaty. To her, he’s glistening and the salty taste of him makes her heart pitter-patter. She runs across the room to jump his bones. “Damn, you are so sexy!” she mutters.
In my life: Jason comes in from mowing the lawn. He is a sweaty and grimy mess. My heart racing, I cover my nose and run across the room…in order to flee the sweat and the smell. “Damn! For the love of all things holy go take a shower!” I mutter.
Example number two – the “I want to have sex with you all the time” couple.
In the book: The heroine has just come home after a 14 hour day of lawyering at the office. She is so tired, she feels as though she will not even make it through supper and up to her bed. Suddenly, the hero shows up at her door. The mere sight of him wakes up her senses, making her not only not tired anymore but all too aware of every one of her senses. He crooks his finger in her direction and she runs across the room to jump his bones. Until 4am.
Same thing happens when she sees him at the grocery store, in the car or at yoga class. Anywhere and anytime she sees him, she suddenly finds energy to bang his brains out.
In my life: I’ve just finished working a 10 hour day. I throw a load of laundry in and proceed to start making supper. I am just looking forward to the two minutes I may have to read before having to get up off my chair to flip over the chicken. Jason comes home from work. He looks at me, all smouldery. He crooks his finger at me. I give him the finger. Is he kidding me?! I’m actually sitting down for the first time in 5 hours! I’m flippin’ tired! The last thing I want to do right now is what he has in mind. If I could, I would be in bed right now. Alone and asleep.
Example number three – a different kind of “I want to have sex with you all the time” couple.
In the book: The heroine is fast asleep. She is having the most amazing dream…but her reality is about to be even better than her dream. The hero, who is lying next to her, decides to wake her up with his…yes, you guessed it. It’s 3 am. She awakens, completely aroused and raring to go. They continue to make love until the sun rises and both get out of bed at their usual time with a smile on their face.
In my life: Jason finally decides to drag his ass into bed after a night of gaming. It’s 3am. He is feeling a little dandy. He looks at me (I am fast asleep, drooling adorably on my pillow – and yes, when I drool, it’s adorable) and he smiles. He pushes the covers aside and proceeds to gently rub my back. I wake up a little bit, realizing that someone is trying to wake me at…holy crap it’s 3 o’clock! In the morning! I have two more hours of sleep left! I smack Jason’s hand away. He does not let this deter him. He rubs the back of my leg. I give him the finger. No, that won’t stop him. He starts at my ankle then slowly, sensuously tickles the side of my leg and moves up to cup my…I punch him in the nose. “I am trying to sleep! What the hell are you doing?! It’s three in the f*cking morning! I have to get up in 2 hours! Are you insane?! What the hell Jason?!” I exclaim. I then turn over, mumbling to myself, then attempt to go back to sleep, all too aware of Jason coming to lay next to me, his pride a little hurt.
Okay, you see what I am talking about here? In almost all of the books that have romantic elements in them, the heroine is almost always happy, perky and raring to go when her man is. And yes, I’m talking sex here. But me, not so much. I am tired and busy and get headaches and “get headaches” and enjoy my sleep and enjoy my quiet reading time. As much as I love my husband, I most certainly do NOT want to jump his bones every second of every day! But is it just me? Maybe the heroines in the books I read are what is considered normal and I am the anomaly. I question this sometimes and wonder…am I even normal?
Has reading romance novels ever made you question whether or not you are normal?