Slightly Single
Chapter One
Here's how my life will turn out: I'll marry Will. He'll become a big stage star and I'll give up my
advertising career to stay home with our children. We'll stay in New York rather than going
South or West (because I desperately have to have all four seasons), and someday we'll turn
into the kind of senior citizens you see sharing the same side of the booth at Friendly's. Not that
I've ever seen a Friendly's in Manhattan, or that Will and I have ever sat on the same side of any
booth in any restaurant, ever.
Will, after all, needs his space.
In restaurants.
In general.
I, on the other hand, need no space.
Which is exactly what I tell my friend Kate, in response to her infuriatingly serene "Everyone
needs space," over Tall Skim Caramel Macchiatos at Star-bucks.
"I need no space," I tell Kate, who rolls her fake aquamarine pupils toward her dyed-blond
hairline. Kate grew up in the Deep South, where it's apparently best to be a skinny blue-eyed
blonde. Actually, speaking as a well-padded brown-eyed brunette New Yorker, it's probably
best to be a ... read full excerpt from: Slightly Single ebook
