I’m a Scorpio and proud of it.
One of the odd things about Scorpio females is that we often recognize our future mate upon our first meeting. That was true of my DH and me. I knew the minute I saw that guy, the one with the black, curly hair, bronzed skin, and brown eyes, standing across the room, that he was the one.
Even so, I waited a full two weeks before I spoke to him. I walked up to him at a party and said, “I’ve been deserted. Will you talk to me?” That was thirty years ago and we’ve been together ever since. During those thirty years, I’ve lived enough romance to keep me writing for the next thirty years.
I set the tone for our marriage as we were walking out of the church on our wedding day. I turned to him, announcing, “Just so ya know, divorce is not an option. But homicide is always on the table.”
The key to keeping our relationship alive for us has always been our ability to laugh together. Through financial success and near bankruptcy, through sickness and in health, we’ve always been able to yuk it up.
My DH has an irreverent sense of humor and I often find myself playing the straight man. While I was in labor with our first child, my DH read to me from Truly Tasteless Jokes. The nurses were appalled but that’s because they didn’t understand…the man was scared sh*tless. It’s one the most endearing things about him, he uses humor to cover those moments when the guy is supposed to be brave, but he’s really scared out of his mind.
I’m fortunate that my DH supports my writing. He lovingly calls me his “smut monger” and daily asks me how much “smut” I’ve written. He regularly jokes that the best part of being married to a romance writer is that he never knows which character he’ll be sleeping with. J
I doubt he’d like knowing he’s been the inspiration for many of my heroes. Again and again, lifetime after lifetime, he’s still the one.