In my perfect romance, the girl is funny, sweet, tough, and far too smart to fall for some guy just because he’s handsome and muscly. Maybe she’s been hurt in the past, or she has some dark secret that holds her back, but regardless, she has her reasons for not making a fool of herself the moment some strapping guy appears.
And the guy? He’s not just pure charm. He’s the most devastating combination of silky, perceptive, and confident. He can be completely earnest or wry one second, and then thoughtfully vulnerable the next. We trust him even when he doesn’t fully trust himself, especially around her.
Then, bam: sparks fly. She gets feisty. He gets witty. She pushes. He pulls. They tumble in the rain and land in a goofy mud puddle with jelly beans spilling everywhere, and we sigh because we know where this is going.
Yes, we do.
Then again, maybe they’re both girls. Or maybe they’re both guys. However it goes, romance is for all of us.