What ever the male equivalent is, if there is even a male equivalent. The main character is a man named Harry who goes by the nick name Long Grain (hence my scene name--a little shameless self promotion;) ). His problem is that he can't seem to attract the girl of his dreams, a buxom and stunningly beautiful young woman named Charity (I'll leave out the last names just to protect my ideas a bit), a country singer who preforms at a rural honky-tonk/ biker bar that Long Grain and his best friend Augie hang out at.
Complicating matters is Augie's twin sister Audrie (yes, that's the way her name is spelled) She's aggressive and not very attractive, and mixed up with a brute named Freddie, the head of a ruthless motorcycle gang. Her problem is that she has been hopelessly and not so secretly in love with Harry (Long Grain) since she was a girl.
Here's a little excerpt for your consideration. It's a little rough around the edges and more light hearted...sort of a moment of awakening for the hero...
And if you're really interested, I posted another little exerpt from my first book here
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=105&topic_id=2093317 This should tell you a little more about myself...
Anyways here's the execrpt...
“It was Charity who called the cops on you Long Grain.”
Long Grain looked down and sighed.
“I over heard her in the parking lot of the Crocker Den. It was Charity who called the cops, and it was Charity who told Freddie where you and Audrie were.”
“If you don’t believe me...” Augie started.
“I believe you,” he said, “I just don’t want to.”
“Audrie loves you Long Grain,” Augie continued. “She has always loved you.
“She talks in her sleep; did you know that,” he continued as the autumn wind grew louder tossing and rattling the tree branches around them. “I should know; I used to sleep in the same room with her, and you know what, in all my years, I’ve only heard her mention one name, and one name only.”
Long Grain continued to look around at the leaves floating through the darkness. His body shook with a sudden chill, a chill of winter on an otherwise lukewarm evening.
“Do you know what that name is? You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t already know it was Harry.” Augie continued to stare at his friend.
“My family may be lifelong Democrats, but I’m fairly certain she wasn’t dreaming of Truman.”
I hope you like it.