I’ve been working on revising a young adult book into an adult romance – which completely changes the way the hero and heroine meet. Since they’re grown ups, they can’t exactly meet at a college frat party. Well, they probably shouldn’t anyway.
I love hearing real life stories about how couples have met. I met my husband camping at the river when I was seven years old, and he taught me to play Red Rover. (He let me break through his and his brother’s grip so I’d be on his team and we could hold hands). Even at seven, Tony was smoooooth with the ladies.
One of my favorite stories is how Tony’s great grandparents met. Great-grandpa Zanetti left a fiance in Italy to come to the Pacific Northwest and seek his fortune. He bought some land, opened a mine and returned to Italy to find out that the lady’s parents had married her off, figuring Zanetti wasn’t going to return. Well, he couldn’t exactly return to the States without a wife – he’d told all his friends he’d be bringing her back.
So, great-grandpa went down to the local orphanage and they lined up all the 18-year-old girls who were about to be kicked out. Grandpa explained who he was, that he had his own land in the states and he needed a wife. Great-grandma Zanetti looked him over, pushed the girl next to her out of the way and stepped forward, declaring, “I’m going to America.”
They got married, settled the land in the Pacific Northwest and had…thirteen children. Yep. Rumor has it they had a very happy marriage.