Hello, my lovely Lagniappers! We’ve visited a few times now, so thought I’d share a couple of the experiences that shaped my perceptions of romance. When you read this, you will understand why I seldom write a love scene where the action plays out smoothly.
People have asked where the inspiration for my latest release, The Last First Date, came from. The answer is simple: It sprang from the sad story of my one and only blind date.
You see, in the spring just after my first annual 29th birthday I was in a dry spell in my dating life so arid I could hear the air around me crackle…You get my drift? A friend wanted to set me up on a blind date with the cute new guy in her office, and I was just desperate enough to agree.
I’m glad to say, he lived up to the hype. I nearly swallowed my tongue when I opened my door. The guy was gorgeous. We planned to go to a 9PM show comedy show, but we were early so we went to the bar next door to pass the time. I’d love to blame the booze for what happened, but I’m not that much of a lightweight. I was stone cold sober when we walked approximately 100 yards from the bar to the comedy club.
And I tripped.
Did I stumble a little? Did I flail and catch myself?
I took a flier, landing on my arm and bouncing my forehead off concrete. The fall was so spectacular that people waiting to get into the club left the line and hurried to help me up while my date stood staring at the clumsy lump on the ground.
Of course, I was mortified. I brushed myself off, insisting that I was fine and trying to laugh about it.
Did I mention the dating dry spell? Yeah…So…The date must go on!
I excused myself to clean up. Once in the ladies room, I promptly fell apart. The other women were sympathetic and consoling. Cool paper towels were pressed to the growing knot on my head. Cosmetic bags were produced and my face was fixed. They even combed my hair to cover the massive lump on my forehead.
Before I knew it, I was handed a cup of ice water and given a gentle shove back out into the lion’s den. I laughed my way through the comedians, but by the third act I came to realize my head wasn’t what was bothering me as much as the odd weakness in my left arm. By the end, I couldn’t lift to applaud.
When my date asked if I wanted to go somewhere else, I told him that I really didn’t feel well and I thought I should call it a night. My roommate was staying at her boyfriend’s that night so I called her, leading with the headline, “I think I broke my arm!”
One painful x-ray later, my fears were confirmed. I was broken.
Doped, plastered to the shoulder, and over the whole dating thing, I spent the rest of the weekend with my matchmaking girlfriend and faithful roomie by my side. I never heard from Mr. Blinddateman again.
The moral of the story? Dating can be hazardous to your health.
That’s why I had to write the story of a blind date gone tragically wrong. And what better night for the world’s worst date than New Year’s Eve. This was the inspiration for The Last First Date.
First date number forty-eight comes to a screeching halt for Detective Langley Sheppard when his date lifts a pack of gum from the local convenience store. But things start looking up when he encounters spunky damsel-in-distress Jessica Vickers, who’s stranded in the store parking lot. Now Lang is about to discover that on a night when everything goes wrong, falling for Jessica feels spectacularly right.
**Comment below and tell me your dating horror story (you can make one up if you wish), and I’ll give one reader a digital copy of The Last First Date! Contest ends 9/18 at 11:59PM EDT.**
By day, Maggie Wells is buried in spreadsheets. At night she pens tales of people tangling up the sheets. She’ll tell you she’s a deep down dirty girl, but you only have to scratch the surface of this mild-mannered married lady to find a naughty streak a mile wide. The product of a charming rogue and a shameless flirt, she just can’t help herself…that’s part of her charm. You can find her online at http://www.maggie-wells.com