Today, I'd like to welcome author Libby Mercer. Libby's second novel 'Unmasking Maya' has just been published. Libby has written a guest post especially for this blog, in which she shares the story of an old love of hers, one that unfortunately got away. Who knows, this hero just might make it into the pages of one of her romance novels one day. And you never know, reunion stories make great romance stories. So, take it away Libby....
My Real Life Romantic Hero
Confession time: I’m a bit of a cliché. I sit around dreaming up romantic scenarios and fleshing them out in the form of love stories, but I am, in fact, a card-carrying singleton. I even have two cats!
Despite my current situation, I haven’t always been single. I’m still waiting for “the one” but among the not-terribly-interesting scenarios in which I met my various exes, there is one that stands out as very memorable. Magical even.
I was at Brit Pop Night at a club in New York when I saw a super hot guy on his own. Needless to say, I’d already had a few drinks because I marched right over to him and gave him my most charming smile. “Are you gay?” I asked. Perplexed, he said no in an accent I wasn’t able to identify. "Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked. He replied in the negative. So far, so good. “Do you find me hideous?” I asked. He laughed and said no, he didn’t find me hideous. “Would you like to dance?” I asked. Luckily he did, and we danced (and flirted and kissed) until the club closed at three or four in the morning.
His name was Vagos (actually a nickname for Evangelos) and he was Greek. Super sexy, super tall, chiseled cheekbones, ink black eyes and all. We exchanged numbers and within days we’d embarked upon a fabulously exciting romance. My sister remarked on the dreamy, faraway look in my eyes when I told her about him. And when I was on the phone with him when he was at work, his boss grabbed the phone and asked if I was the Scottish girl who gave him that goofy grin. I’m definitely not Scottish, but Vagos called me his Scottish Girl because of my red hair, freckles and pale skin. All systems were in place for our happily ever after, but after two short months, our romance was nipped in the bud by the American government.
It was 2001, and when Vagos went home for Christmas, they wouldn’t let him back into the US. He’d been lax about renewing his visa, which hadn’t been a problem before 9/11, but afterwards, that was obviously not the case. He had an attorney in Athens trying to sort out his paperwork, but then the Greek navy came for him. It’s mandatory for all Greek men to serve in the navy, but Vagos had managed to avoid that while earning his degrees and working abroad. Once he was home and not working, he had no choice but to serve his time. We talked on the phone a lot for a few months afterwards, but our communication began to taper off and we’ve since lost touch.
I’ve often wondered what ever happened to Vagos (he’s not on Facebook. Believe me, I’ve checked. Haha) but I do know that I will one day model one of my romantic heroes after him. Apart from the fact that he looked the part (did I mention he was a hottie?) even though we only dated for a couple of months, he was more supportive of my writing than any of my other more long-term exes, hands down. In fact, I promised to bring him to the Academy Awards as my date when I was nominated for Best Screenplay. We talked about that a lot. I plan to one day honor the memory of that short but sweet romance by immortalizing him in my fiction. I only wish I could somehow let him know about it.