JustJoJan Day 12 – Books and Romance

I’m not sure when I started reading romance novels, but I was youngish.  Don’t worry.  They were pretty “vanilla” romance novels.  I moved on to more “hardcore” romance novels in my twenties and then, I’m not sure when or why it happened really, but one day I realized I just didn’t enjoy them anymore.

I was going through all my books that have been in storage for three years, and ended up making a huge pile of books to give away.  I also made a list of books I realized I don’t have but actually need and want.  I guess I don’t actually need them… but in a way I really do.

There’s just something about seeing a full bookcase, isn’t there?  I don’t walk downstairs very often, but I did yesterday, and I ended up doing a double-take at the books on the shelf.  I love books and reading.  It gives me a tingly feeling just thinking about it.

I definitely need to make more time to read.

I’m just realizing that some of these Just Jot It January posts are like SoCS for me.  I honestly went into this one thinking it was going to be about romance and love and having that tingly, butterfly feeling for my Fiance (still), but then books sort of took over the day and I’m not sure I can turn it around at this point.

I do think that romance novels warped my idea of love as a kid.  It’s not that they were all lighthearted and fluffy, but they made it seem like love was something that I don’t think it actually is.  I’m also starting to realize that many of the novels I read were actually more about abuse rather than love.  Isn’t that sad?

I read Fifty Shades of Grey and the only reason I finished the whole series was because I wanted to see if Ana would come to her senses and leave Christian.  That isn’t love, folks, and it drives me nuts that they are marketing the movies as a love story.  I’m also remembering a “love” story I read once about a guy who kidnaps a woman he “loves”, rapes her repeatedly and she ends up “falling in love” with him.  Now that I’m thinking about it, I can’t even believe I thought that was good!  Granted, I was in my teens and sadly, abuse is what I knew.

Anyway, this post is going downhill pretty fast.

I’m not saying all romance novels are about abuse or that they are all bad.  I’ve read some really good ones that I would probably read again.  But, I’ve found new reading passions and I’ve finally found that person who walks beside me every day and makes each day that much brighter because he is a part of it.


Just Jot It January is hosted by Linda G. Hill.  Today’s prompt, warning, is brought to us by Tessa at Always a Writer.

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Love Story – Part Two

For Chuck’s challenge this week, we are writing the second part of a four part story. I picked lisboeta1’s love story because I’m a sucker for romance and it’s February and we’ve been celebrating love all month. She didn’t title it and I’m loathe to title a story someone else started, so I’m simply calling it Love Story (Part Two). Her part is in red and mine is below in black. My part is coming in at 996 words. I hope you like our collaboration so far and I hope it gets picked up for a third part because I really want to see what happens to these two! Here’s the link to the first part of her story in case you want to check it out on her site.

Love Story (Part Two)

Holy crap! It’s him, I heard my inner voice yell out. I was sitting in a small booth in my favorite coffee shop doing what I do best; drinking coffee and reading. As my eyes wondered from the pages of the book to the crowd gathering by the registers I saw him. He hadn’t changed much in the last twenty years. If anything he seemed to have improved like a good wine. I noticed that he was even taller than the last time I had seen him all those years ago. Thick blondish curly hair still framed his handsome face and his slanted almond-shaped eyes looked just like I remembered them. Not the skinny, slightly awkward young man he had been at 18, his well-toned arms and chest now stretched the black plain t-shirt he was wearing. He had obviously just come from the gym, sweatpants hanging low on his tight hips and sneakers on his feet. A smile crept up to my lips; I remembered him saying that his mom used to tell him that when he died he would die standing up because of his giant feet. God! I remembered our conversations as it was only yesterday.

My eyes went to his hands, big and masculine, and a shiver went through me. I remember well the feeling of those hands on my body. I was so young back then. Still, I was about two years older than him, an “older woman”. For all sense of purpose I was an adult but I still fell hard for the young man he was then. The first time I laid eyes on him, walking across the hotel atrium, I was lost. My heart fluttered every time I saw him and my legs turned to Jell-O every time we spoke. Ours was a whirlwind romance that lasted a few days but left a soft spot in my heart for 20 years. I always thought of James as the one who got away. And now, there he was, a mere few feet away from me, and my heart was doing that familiar flip-floppy thing it had always done in his presence. What was he doing here? More to the point; what was I going to do?

As it turned out, I didn’t need to do anything at all. Before I could even begin to think whether it was a good idea or not to walk up to him, our eyes met and a slow smile spread across his face as recognition dawned in his eyes. My heart picked up speed inside my chest and my face felt hot as the blood rushed to it. God, I hated that! I hated the fact that I couldn’t control the blush as it flamed across my face in what I knew was a bright red color.

I put my head down as he started walking in my direction, trying to get the color under control. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so they became a tight knot in my lap that grew tighter the closer he got to the booth. I look like an idiot just sitting here. I stood up and lifted my head to meet his eyes once again, startled at how close he was and that he was still getting closer. My eyebrows lifted as he walked right up to me and put his arms around me like we were old friends.

“Oh my God, Liz! It really is you!” He leaned back, his hands holding my upper arms as he took a long look at me that did nothing to help the heat in my face.

“Hi James.” I sounded so awkward.

“Where have you been all these years? What happened to you?”

“Me? I seem to recall it was you who disappeared.” I said it with a smile but watched as something flitted across his eyes and it looked like he was going to say something but he dropped his hands instead and cleared his throat. What was that about?

He finally said, “I can’t believe it’s you after all these years. How have you been?”

“I’m good, just, you know. I don’t know.” I didn’t know where my eyes should go, so I looked down and shuffled my feet. My eyes landed on my coffee sitting on the table and the book beside it. I gestured towards it with my hand. “This is my favorite place for coffee and a book.” I glanced back up at him and caught him smiling at me.

“That’s one of the things I remember best about you. You always had a book. It’s nice to see that some things don’t change.”

“Can you stay a while? Catch up? I can buy you some coffee…” The words trailed away as I realized how dumb I sounded. God, I was so nervous. I wanted the shaky feeling in my stomach to settle down so I could breathe.

“Damn, Liz, I wish I could. I’ve gotta get showered and get to work. Rain check?” He really looked like he meant it and I almost couldn’t believe my ears. He wanted to see me again? My face went back to flaming just as I thought it had settled down. I couldn’t trust my voice so I just nodded my head.

“Well, uh…” Now he was the one stammering and shuffling his feet.

“Do you… Can I give you my number?” There. I said it. I wanted to see him again, but I knew that if he walked away without leaving me with something, I would probably never see him again. I never thought of our city as a big one, but if he lived here and we hadn’t run across each other in twenty years, who knew how long it would be before we crossed paths again, if ever.

“Of course! Geez, I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.” He let out a short laugh as he reached into his sweat pants. He pulled out his cell phone and punched on the screen a few times then actually held it out to me.

“Here, put it in my phone.”

When I reached for it, our hands grazed slightly and a bolt of electricity jumped from his hand to mine and sent my heart racing again. I looked into his eyes and the world seemed to spin. Could it really be that after all these years he still felt the same way? I wasn’t getting any answers staring into his eyes like a love-struck fool, so I gently took the phone and dialed my number into it. I slowly handed it back to him, suddenly struck dumb, not knowing what to do next.

“Is it okay if I dial it so you have mine?”

“Uh, yeah. That’s perfect, actually.”

I heard my phone buzzing behind me and reached over to click the ignore button. As I looked back at James, I realized he was leaning in again. I didn’t know if my senses could take another hug at this point, but I didn’t want to refuse either, so I hugged him back, trying to keep the tingling under control.

“It was really great to see you, Liz. I almost hate to leave,” he said as he pulled back for a second time in less than five minutes.

“Yeah, I know the feeling.”

We stood there for a few minutes more in an awkward silence that hung suspended between us. I didn’t know what else to do so I said, “Take care of yourself, James.”

He smiled again, “You too, Liz. I’ll call you.” And then he turned and walked away.

My entire body was wobbly and I fell back into the booth with a loud swoosh and sat staring at my now cold coffee. Could I even hold out hope that he would call me? Did I even dare to invest my heart in something that had lasted only two days twenty years ago? The crazy thing was, I’m not sure my heart was giving me a choice. It was still beating so fast and I knew that if he didn’t call or text or something, I would be heartbroken all over again.