“Right now he’s perfect, okay? I want him to stay that way.” “What if he’s not a good dude? Like-I find my prince again and he’s kind of a dick.” I have a sneaking suspicion that most men are. I promised my agent-and myself-that I’d stay away from women. But here’s the thing-you can’t be attracted to the guy. I agree with Ash that you totally need to be fucked, and we should make this our mission as your friends and sisters by choice. A divorce I wanted, mind you, but the end of my marriage is devastating. The not-breathing is because I’m winded from giving Ash and Sadie a very long monologue about how desperate and alone I feel now that my divorce is final. “What you need is to be fucked.” Ashley says this to me, and I sorta can’t breathe. She doesn’t leave a glass slipper, either-just a pair of panties with chocolate bunnies printed on them. I want a repeat, but my flying Cinderella disappears immediately afterward. What follows is the hottest experience of my adult life. But when a curvy woman in a red wrap dress charges me like she’s a gymnast about to mount my high bar, all I can do is brace myself and catch her.
But when my besties dare me to leap on the first single man I see, they don't expect me to actually go through with it.Īll I need right now is some peace and quiet while my home renovation TV show is on hiatus. Too bad my ex shows up with his new arm candy.
I’m still taking a hard pass.įree designer cocktails, they say. I just want to stay home and post a new recipe on my blog: Brynn’s Dips and Balls.īut my friends aren’t having it. He puts the "screw" in screwball comedy.Īt thirty-four, I’m reeling from a divorce.
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