Cynthia Heimel seduced readers with her runaway bestsellerSex Tips for Girls.Now, in this eagerly awaited follow-up, Heimel takes us on a journey toward romantic enlightenment and finds it's not all that far from midtown. Should you date a man who's on Prozac? Why is single a buzzword that makes us feel like killing ourselves? What's so funny about a man in a dress? Why was the panty girdle the straw that broke the back of the patriarchy? What if your son gets married on MTV? Is the Backlash over? Why does the theory of evolution dictate that every human must get laid as much as humanly possible? Entertaining, erudite, and always irreverent, Heimel's manifesto is a must-have for the twenty-first-century female.Chapter 1: GIDDY!
It was June 1996. I remember it as if itwereyesterday. Sometimes I feel as if it were yesterday.
I was sitting on the bed at the Paramount Hotel in Manhattan on the night he asked me to marry him. Complicated and addled New York woman, sitting in a complicated, addled New York hotel, ice available whenever needed or appropriate, is as usual talking on the phone,Vogueon lap, when his words etched the air.
Will you marry me? Woodrow asked.
Yes, I answered without hesitation.
There had been clues. The five-hour phone conversations. The crucial and palpable need to call him during a family wedding to say, You're not going to believe this, but there are rich people in Scottsdale who don't like Jews. The odd coincidences that we won't go into. The way my insides would puddle when I read anything he wrote.
It took us so long to meet. I had been looking at my watch, humming and tapping my foot for an entire decade. There were two Mr. Wrongs in quick succession. I had given up. We corresponded before we met. One of those Internet billboard systems. I knew he was the right one but I didn't want to meet him because he would be the wrong one. We would look at each other and lˆ