I'm pretty aromantic. I didn't make that up, I found it on the big asexuals website, asexuality.org when doing research for an asexual character in my ghost story. (Her name is Lanie, and she's romantic, but asexual. I consider myself her inverse: sexual, but aromantic.) I fell in love once, and even then, I wasn't romantic about it. I tried. But it's not really my deal. And I don't get off on it. I look at a bouquet of roses and you know what I see? Dead flowers. (I used to consider myself a late bloomer. At what point do