Romance Is My Day Job
Dutton / February 6, 2014 / $26.95 print, $10.99 digital
At some point, we’ve all wished romance could be more like fiction. Patience Bloom certainly did, many times over. As a teen she fell in love with Harlequin novels and imagined her life would turn out just like the heroines’ on the page: That shy guy she had a crush on wouldn’t just take her out—he’d sweep her off her feet with witty banter, quiet charm, and a secret life as a rock star. Not exactly her reality, but Bloom kept reading books that fed her reveries.
Years later she moved to New York and found her dream job, editing romances for Harlequin. Every day, her romantic fantasies came true—on paper. Bloom became an expert when it came to fictional love stories, editing amazing books and learning everything she could about the romance business. But her dating life remained uninspired. She nearly gave up on love.
Then one day a real-life chance at romance made her wonder if what she’d been writing and editing all those years might be true. A Facebook message from a high school friend, Sam, sparked a relationship with more promise than she’d had in years. But Sam lived thousands of miles away—they hadn’t seen each other in more than twenty years. Was it worth the risk?
Finally, Bloom learned: Love and romance can conquer all.
At some point, we’ve all wished romance could be more like fiction. Truer words were never spoken.
Patience Bloom and I are of an age, and we have a lot in common. Understand: Unlike Patience, I did not attend boarding school, matriculate at an expensive private liberal-arts college, or escape one of my more disastrous romantic relationships by removing to Paris. But emotionally? Yeah, I believed with all my heart that what I read in romance novels was absolutely true. Love would blindside me when I least expected it (and therefore, in deliberately not expecting it, I was always looking for it, if you know what I mean); sex would be transcendent—always; and I would marry the first boy I kissed, whereupon we would fade into a vaguely-defined but sure to be perfect Happily Ever After.
Then, as they say, Life Happened.
[Why you gotta be so intrusive, reality?...]