Real Romance

REAL ROMANCE .... oh, real romance. What it means to me could be something completely different to you. You might be the girl who wants the flowers. Or the songs sung. Food prepared. The lazy Sunday partner. Whatever it may be. I happen to need the Southern [totally swoonable] man mixed with a little bit of the obnoxiously funny man child. For Real Romance week, I wanted to share a little bit of our story with y'all!

Now, if you know me and follow my social media or read my stories, then you know my husband and I are anything but serious. We bicker in a loving way, and I wouldn't change us for anything. He's my Kash and I'm his Sour Patch (FORGIVING LIES // DECEIVING LIES), and I love him madly. I can be laughing so incredibly hard that I begin drooling on him, and he'll simply hug me tighter and mumble, "Stop drooling on me." Love that. Love him.

But as I said, I need that Southern man. You know the one I'm talking about. The gentleman who makes your knees weak and takes your breath away. The one you only read about in romance novels, except it's your real life.

Yeah. I need that. I found that. He's currently sitting next to me and he still makes me swoon. So how about the first time he he took my breath away? We met through a series of ... odd events. I won't go into all of it, but it was on Myspace. I didn't want to talk to him. I was mad at my friend's fiancé for even giving him (and another Marine) my number without my permission. All I wanted was to tell this guy to never co