Too much, or too little romance?

Alright, so I am pretty infamous for reading romance novels. I am also very well known in the rp-ing community as an avid romance writer. What can be expected of me? I am a pisis after all. That makes me a very amorous and feminine being. There is no changing that. So it should come as no surprise the fact that I consider some of the recent events in my love life somewhat worthy of being in a romance novel. Allow me to back track...

I met a guy, or rather he saw me, about over a year and a half ago. I had crashed at friend's place because my brother had some unsavory visitors at my apartment. So, I slept on the futton. Since I am a heavy sleeper, I managed to sleep through a very loud game of dominoes going on outside in front of the apartments. Little dd I realize that, like sleeping beauty, I was attracting a lot of attention. HE kept walking in and out of the room, hoping I would wake so he could talk to me. I never did and he never got the chance. But he did then proceed to find out as much about me as he could.

It wasn't until almost a month later when I get the call from one of my best friends. HE was asking for my number. This was huge for me. No guy had ever been interested in me enough to go through all that. So, I gave permission and we arranged to go out. On our first date we ended up at a motel.... but nothing really happened that night. Things could have gone great. But, like many of the jerks in my life, he may have been older than me by quite a lot. He was still very immature. For the next year, he left me hanging and we barely even saw one another. Closing himself off to me, hitting on my friends and completely treating me terribly. I of course gave up on him, pity since I felt that he was really someone I could see myself in the future with.

Like I said, I gave up and started seeing someone else. HE all of a sudden shows up, calling me up and wanting to see me. The other relationship is new and I HIGHLY doubted we would see one another, after all, he had broken SO many other dates with me before. But, little did I know that he was actually trying to get to see me and arrange himself more since he was working on campus. But it was too late. I told him off, put him in his place and am currently seeing that someone else I rubbed his face in.

So, how is this like a romance novel? Fairly simple. After avoiding me and all my friends for the past 3-4 months, he turns up and talked with our mutual friend, my best friend. He asked about me, after working his way around it. That was surprising. But here's the part I find perfect for any romance novel... how he asked it of my friend, though she was sure to point out how terribly he had treated me. "Is she at least happy now?" Wherein my friend responded. "She's definitly a lot happier than you ever could have made her." Don't you agree with me now? Shouldn't that be in a romance novel?