Book Boyfriends vs. Reality

I’m reading Motorcycle Man by Kristen Ashley right now, and positively swooning over Tack. I pretty much swoon over all of her characters, but in this case, I’m thinking he is NOT someone I could really take in real life. Sure, hot and swoon worthy as a book boyfriend, but in real life??? Uuummm, no.

Take Christian from Fifty Shades of Grey. That is really one damaged man. Is that something you would really see yourself happy with long term? Or the Rock Stars and Movie Stars in the Sinners series or Love Unscripted? Travis from Beautiful Disaster? We literally fall in love with these guys in books, but could we handle it in real life?

When my husband pulls some of the caveman crap that I love when men do in books, I don’t get turned on, I get mad!  Maybe it’s all the other stuff the book hotties do that makes us overlook the asshole behavior. Like letting you know you are the only one who does it for them, in every way possible, all the time. Maybe it’s the way our book boyfriends are so consumed with lust and love they can’t keep their hands off us. Or maybe it’s the fact that no matter how hot your sex life is with your partner, he isn’t the one giving you 20 earth shattering orgasms a night while worshipping you and making you come by sucking your nipples! He isn’t the one who can magically read your mind and know EXACTLY what you need to make you come on command! (Is he? Really? I mean my man is good, REALLY good, but not THAT good, is anyone?)

So yeah, I love my book boyfriends in my fantasies. Sure, I want my husband to act more like them sometimes, but would I want a motorcycle guy who called me his old lady and ran over me like a steam roller (even though he is always right)? No. Would I want a hot, sexy rich man who is completely damaged and doesn’t let me touch him? No. Uuuummm….well, maybe. But, either way, the fantasy is nice, but I am pretty happy with my reality too.