| Author: | Lynda Curnyn | ISBN: | 9781459248533 |
| Publisher: | Red Dress Ink | Publication: | August 15, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Red Dress Ink | Language: | English |
| Author: | Lynda Curnyn |
| ISBN: | 9781459248533 |
| Publisher: | Red Dress Ink |
| Publication: | August 15, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Red Dress Ink |
| Language: | English |
Ex-Girlfriend Emma Carter has a lot on her mind. Her boyfriend got a life-in L.A. Her hairdresser found God. And that extra ten pounds of “relationship flab” she acquired while falling in love with a commitment-phobe has just put her out of the running for new romance-or so she thinks. But before Emma can get on with her life, she’s got to face a few startling truths about being single in New York City .
Confession #5: Marriage suddenly seems like a social disease.
Even the latest bride in my family-my mother-has put me to work in the service of her wedding day. What about us non-brides-to-be? Working in the warped little world of wedding planning has only led me to one conclusion: If you don’t get married in this world, you get nothing. Once, in an editorial meeting, I jokingly suggested that a woman should get a bridal shower when she turns thirty, wedding or not. Everyone looked at me as if I were some kind of nut. I am 31 years old; am I not entitled to free Calphalon yet?
Who ever thought that baring your soul could be this good?
Ex-Girlfriend Emma Carter has a lot on her mind. Her boyfriend got a life-in L.A. Her hairdresser found God. And that extra ten pounds of “relationship flab” she acquired while falling in love with a commitment-phobe has just put her out of the running for new romance-or so she thinks. But before Emma can get on with her life, she’s got to face a few startling truths about being single in New York City .
Confession #5: Marriage suddenly seems like a social disease.
Even the latest bride in my family-my mother-has put me to work in the service of her wedding day. What about us non-brides-to-be? Working in the warped little world of wedding planning has only led me to one conclusion: If you don’t get married in this world, you get nothing. Once, in an editorial meeting, I jokingly suggested that a woman should get a bridal shower when she turns thirty, wedding or not. Everyone looked at me as if I were some kind of nut. I am 31 years old; am I not entitled to free Calphalon yet?
Who ever thought that baring your soul could be this good?
