I’m now a senior editor, managing a romantic suspense line. I’ve moved from the sixth-floor walk-up on the Upper East Side to a box in the Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan. My life has improved drastically. Well, except in one area. I’m sitting next to Superman for two hours on Amtrak, headed back to Manhattan after a weekend at his house near Albany. We’ve been dating for the past five months, and this was my first time seeing his second home. Total disaster. We met online last August. Newly brokenhearted from Barry the Teacher’s vanishing, I searched for a hot rebound guy and found Superman. Not caring about rejection, I boldly sent him a note of introduction. By sheer magic, after landing in San Francisco for a Romance Writers of America conference, I checked my e-mail and found that he’d responded. Needless to say, I floated on air throughout the conference and did my job twice as enthusiastically.
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