*Ahem* Hi!

I'm more than a little stunned, okay, and flattered, when I was asked to guest blog here on Desert Island Keepers for the next three days. I mean, you wanna hear from me? Me? You're sure? Do you know what I write?

They assure me they do and that you are cosmopolitan enough to handle my brand of humor (which is my oh-so-polite way of saying) the smutty tender romances I write, usually involving two men. I do happen to write other stuff too.

For realz.

I write male/female romances, and menage. Not as much as the male/male to be honest. In fact, most of my readers get a little annoyed when I write anything but male/male.

Tell you what, to avoid the discomfort levels on this particular guest appearance, what say I stick to random musings? Hmm? Would that work? Cool! Because this morning I woke up single late, staring at my ceiling and thinking about my niece's assertion that I must start dating again. She offered up her principal.

In all fairness, he's hot. REALLY hot. My guess is, he gets hit on by hall-wandering women all the time, especially because I noticed that when one of the many hall-wandering-lust-monkeys stops him to chat, he gets that doe in the headlights look.

Which makes me giggle. Which makes him get all oogle-eyed and whuh? at me. Which makes me giggle more, because he's so freakin' readable.

Anyway, I digressed. Whoopsie. That happens. Call it sidetracked, hell, call it one-tracked, but romance is my life. It's what I do for a living and it's what I hope to inspire in my readers by writing it.

I was talking about my wake-up and my niece and wondering why it was that I'm so drawn to tall men (the principal is tall, which is why I went down that trail). I mean, a man can be relatively unappealing, but if he's nice and if he's tall, I'll probably get a belly flutter. So this morning, I did the wondering thing about why I like tall men.

And I think I figured it out!

*Note: My blog crowd is used to this. I like comics, go with me here. Try something new. It'll be fun, I promise... baby steps, folks. Baby steps*.

Okay, so when a short guy comes in for a kiss, there's no commitment.

You see? He could just be walking along and think, "Huh. I feel like kissing. Do I? Yep, I do. I wanna kiss something. Look, there's Mia."

Next thing you know, he steps right into your personal space, as though you aren't standing there, and is all like lips and sound effects and breathing and stuff.

BUT!!!

A tall guy is way up there and walking along and you're way down here, minding your own business. And you look up and see him and think, "Wow, he's super tall. I wonder if he can see the small people down here or if he's in his own orbit."

You get to surreptitiously admire his lengthy movements, pretending, just for the moment, that you can't be observed while observing him in all his tall goodness.

UNTIL HE NOTICES YOU. And then He's all like, "Hey, there's Mia. Wonder if she remembers me. She's kinda cute in all her stick-drawing aura. I wonder if she'd let me kiss her."

~Hey, it's my fantasy, remember?~

Then, he has to commit! Yes, he does. He doesn't merely have to walk into your space like you're some kind of invisible chick that he ran into with his lips. NOOOOO. HE has to bend down. He's putting himself out there, for at any moment, you might declare a psych-out and leave him half-bent, lips puckered, and flailing for a way to explain his misunderstanding.

Ladies, he's committed do you get it? You get to stand there being all ethereal and he has to put himself into your personal space deliberately. He's like a gorgeous hunky god-man from on high, noticing your little self, finding you worthy, and making the physical and emotional effort to hope you find him worthy!!! Yes! He is seeking your approval! He wants you to accept him!!!

You have the ability to accept the kiss, or deny him. It's power...


...and it's delicious.

Which is a long way of telling you that I'm looking for my personal hero in my personal romance story. He doesn't have to be perfect, he just has to be right, for me. What about you? When you read a romance, what kind of hero do you look for? Does your real life hero have to match the heroes you want to read about? And what, of all those characteristics, are a must-have in a man?

Tell me. I wanna know!


*You can find Mia at her blog: MiaWatts, and posting on Tuesdays at WritersEvolution*