You Have To Kiss A Lot Of Frogs
Chapter One
April Fools' Day
Hell's Kitchen, NYC 2003
I like being a woman. I also like being friends with other women. I don't, however, like feeling
forced into participating in some ritual with an entire flock of them I've never even met. It's like
having to wear those dumb party hats, and blow on those even dumber paper things at midnight
with a bunch of strangers on New Year's Eve. You're thrown in with people you don't know
and don't want to be with, but you're all going to share this intimate event with glee. If it kills
you. And that's how I feel at this bridal shower.
Here I am. Tuesday. 6:00 p.m. Right after work, if you actually have a normal job, and I'm
standing in a Mexican restaurant in midtown Manhattan, holding a margarita I'm not drinking
because I don't like the salt. I'm stuck wearing gray wool slacks because I came from an
audition for a soup commercial, à la Winter in Vermont, and realized way too late that the bag
with my dress was at home on my bed, and not with me. The bright fluorescents highlight the
brown roots on my red head, and a s ... read full excerpt from: You Have to Kiss a Lot of Frogs ebook
