The Crime: Romantic Suspense Killed My Love Life
No one had died yet, and it was killing me.
Let me explain. I started seeing this guy. It lasted about two weeks because I couldn’t write one word when we were together. I think the newness and never-done-this-before stressed me out. Stress does not bode well for my creativity.
There was that. And also, I kept expecting someone to die. Not me or him. Just someone. It was like I needed some crime in order to date properly.
I wish I was kidding. Just think of all those romantic suspense novels that have gone to my head!
I am more prepared for gunfire than fireworks. Which is why I came up with a list correcting misinformation of what romantic suspense novels taught me about dating.
- Getting along is a sign of compatibility. Who knew? TV police drama couples never say anything nice, but they always have each other’s back and secretly adore one another.
- The only “bad guys” will be my own baggage and expectations.
- Friends are some of the best private investigators around.
- First dates do not require crime. (Apparently, this is seen as a good omen.
- I’m in more danger of becoming an internet stalker than being stalked myself.
- The only thing to die for will be dessert
- There are all kinds of ways to be a hero.
You can rescue someone with a smile or by saving a seat. And the true crime was not seeing that in the first place.