He was a Cowboy . . . Billionaire . . . with Scars on His Heart

He was a Cowboy Billionaire with scars on his heart.

That was the tagline on one of those Kindle ads for a romance novel.  We’ve been laughing about it since.

Last night we had too much milk and too many frozen bananas so we blended them up and sat around the table coming up with our own romantic heroes.

The vampire bandido.  Muy querida, you are, how you say, the sangre for my bite but also my corazon.

The Apostle rockstar . . . with a hidden sorrow.

Her next door neighbor was the President . . . and a Navy SEAL.

But my favorite was the surgeon Highland chief.  He probably has a secret sorrow too.

Then somehow someone suggested the hydroponicist in a greenhouse as a romantic lead.  It turns out there are a ton of cheesy lines you can do there.  “It was hot and humid.  And that was before he took off his shirt.”  “Girl, you are the juiciest tomato of all.”

Then someone mentioned an ad they’d seen for a romantic lead who was “infused with a dragon”(?).  Our last bites of frozen banana milk were set to terms of endearment for the poor guy.  “Kissy wissy, my pwecious scawy wips.”