I'm 28 years old, and I grew up in a small town in South Carolina. I teach middle and high school English, and I love to read in my spare time. I have a degree in English, so you would think that I have always had this love of reading that consumes me now. Not so, I'm aftraid. Don't get me wrong--I've always loved to read, but I was into more "serious" literature. But then one day, I decided to read Twilight, and I fell in love with romance novels. And when I discovered there were really good romance novels that had hot sex? Oh boy...look out! I read everything I could get my hands on, and if finally consumed what little life I had, but I didn't mind. There's not much to do around here anyway. I got to the point where I was running out of books. I have a 2-3 book a day habit (no exaggeration). Then one day, I ran across a title and author I was unfamiliar with, but I decided to give it a try anyway. The book was Rough Ride by Carol Lynne. I was already interested in the book by the time I realized it was about 2 guys. At that point, I didn't care; I kept reading. Thus my love of gay romance novels was born. That love has grown rapidly has changed my views on so many things, I couldn't begin to name them all.
I'm single at the moment, which is probably a good thing because I can't seem to find a man to measure up to the fantasy I've developed in my head. Real men are never quite as good as they are in books...but I'm looking for someone who at least comes close. Other than that, there's not much to tell. This is me!
