Which got me to thinking... Why now? Why this particular scene? Right now I'm focusing on 2 different projects, a Blade Runner meets 50 Shades meets Cypher story and a HEA where a normal girl meets a wannabe Rock Star. Both are coming along nicely and I'm flitting quite happily back and forth between the two. So why I felt compelled to leap into yet another story and whip out a love scene is a bit strange to me. It's totally normal for me to write multiple stories at once and I find it alleviates the boredom, especially when I'm struggling for inspiration. Can't work out the best way for the Kick Ass Vigilante Heroine to infiltrate the Drug Lord's compound? Write the Cute-Meet scene in the bakery where the Hero sees the girl behind the Counter as she really is. Hey, it works... mostly. Not only do I write different stories at once, I also write out of sequence. Thus far, I have never written a story and known beforehand how it would end. Sure, I'll have a rough idea (Hint... The Heroine always gets her guy!) but I don't know the details. I like to write, then re-read, tweak and see how I feel. By jumping ahead and writing key scenes or plotlines it gives me something to work towards and usually takes the characters off in an entirely different direction than I had originally planned. Is that normal? I don't know. But I digress...
So the scene I've just written comes from "I'm with the Band" and the main characters have history. Not romantic, I've never been a fan of those stories where the leads used to be together and had hot mad passionate sex only to split up and reunite 5 years later to realise that, yes, actually they were meant to be together. Honey, if it was really that great you would have chained him to your bed and superglued yourself to his privates! I mean history as in they've known each other since they were teenagers. Which lead me to this blog post. In my own romantic history, the most satisfying encounters have always been the result of being with someone I had a friendship beforehand with. Usually I was crazy in lust with them for ages but there was still a friendship of sorts. I knew what he liked, he knew what interested me, that sort of thing. So when it kicked up a notch or six, it was far more relaxed and there was no need to worry about holding my stomach in as he'd seen me looking far worse by that point. It stands to reason that if you are already friends then there is some attraction already at play, maybe not sexual or romantic but there's a connection, something intrinsically special about that person that makes you want to spend time with them. Not saying I fancy all of my friends (*cough*) but they each have something specific that draws me to them.
Yet there is also the spark factor. Generally it's difficult to sustain a friendship with someone you desperately lust after. Oh yeah, you can play it cool and act like you're just friends but HE KNOWS! If you were just mates, his every mention of his love life wouldn't twist your intestines in a vice grip and the associated pain would not be written all over your face. You don't want to know about his latest (imagined) supermodel GF but you can't avoid asking him and because he a) sees you as a friend and b) likes to see you sweat, he tells you. In graphic detail. In my experience, the spark is a bitch. Horrendous if you feel it for a friend as the pain is constant, the want for that person so tangible yet impossible. However, if you catch a stranger's eye in a crowded bar and get the slam of attraction it is a most excellent feeling. In that moment throw caution and your underwear to the wind and get your game on. Granted, you feel uncomfortable and weird and desperately wishing you were wearing your best support pants but you're just overthinking. It's instantaneous sexual attraction and shouldn't be ruined by overthinking, fear he'll see your Spanx or thinking he will care that your legs need waxing. Natural instincts will kick in and you'll want to know his name, life's ambitions and whether he's a cat or a dog person but AVOID asking him. Just enjoy the spark and take what's available. Sometimes it's just an incredibly heated make out session, sometimes it's the orgasm you didn't know you needed. There is something liberating about knowing there are no strings, no names. And of course, it can lead to something more but if it doesn't then it's okay and there's no shame in creeping out of his place at 4 in the morning with your panties in your handbag... Okay, maybe a little but no-one needs to know.
I always think the Instant Lust option is a great one. Until I remember that I have this awful habit of coming across as a totally sullen bitch when I first meet people. Even if by some miracle a man saw me across a crowded room and decided he just had to have me or die trying, the second he made his way towards me I would either be halfway to the bathroom or standing there with my bitch face on, ready to spit out a pithy putdown. Because I automatically assume he'll ask me where the nearest Taxi rank is or the name of my much hotter friend. If he manages to not throw his drink on me and skulk off we may start those awkward "getting to know you chats" and it will take about 26 seconds before he makes his excuses and leaves to persue my friend or he will put me in the Friend Zone and I will be subjected to stand off to the side in a peppermint green taffeta concoction while he marries my (now former) friend and I adopt 13 cats and wonder what might have been. So yeah, maybe not. Remember earlier when I told you not to overthink. Now you know why. Learn from me!
This is why I don't go out much :)