Let’s talk book boyfriends. We all have them, right? And all through my teens, that was the only kind of boyfriend I had. I was such a gawky, awkward girl that when my friends were out on dates, I was home watching episodes of The Love Boat. But I did have my romance novels. I read a ton of romances back in the day and there was one similar feature to all of the stories: The girl always fell for the guy first. It was the guy who had to come to his senses and realize that she was worth loving. And I always wondered, Why can’t he fall for her first? Why can’t she be the one who has to be convinced? I wanted to read that book. If there was going to be a character in love, heart cracked open and oozing need—why couldn’t it be the guy?  Maybe it was about fairness. I want to even the score after all those books I read, all those poor heroines who fell first. Maybe it was a little wish fulfillment. There’s something sexy about a guy who’s fallen hard and isn’t afraid to admit it to a girl. Or…