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I was checking my email before going to bed when I got an email from Thomas. It was titled, "Superfudge." He wrote, "Hi. We've never met but we have a mutual friend in common, Sharon. She asked me to go to a party this weekend so we could be set up, but you left before I got there. I asked Sharon what your favorite book from childhood is so I'd have something to write you about. She said it was Superfudge by Judy Blume. You're not going to believe me, but that's my favorite book too. I don't even remember what it's about. I just know that I loved it and my life was never the same after I read it. Just like how your life isn't going to be the same after reading this. Ha. Ha." I wrote back instantly. I already knew, in the way that girls just do, that Thomas would be my new boyfriend right after I hit send. At work the next morning, I had a hangover after staying up all night IM'ing with Thomas. I gushed to the receptionist, listing all the reasons Thomas was perfect for me. "We agree on so much about life. He loves the Red Sox, margaritas and Johnny Depp!" It didn't escape me that, aside from the margaritas, these were the same reasons I crushed on boys when I was twelve. Thanks to my self-help books, I believed that Thomas had been brought to me because I'd cleared out some space in my bedroom closet to "make room for a man." I had become a dedicated self-helper back when I couldn't afford therapy but desperately needed to get over being dumped by Ben, the love of my life. I read The Journey From Abandonment to Healing, and the even more trite, Don't Call That Man! I had needed a book to tell me I was stalking my ex. I had been camping out in the hallway of Ben's apartment, like the Cindy Sheehan of breakups. I wondered if the neighbors at Ben's apartment complex ever thought, "Whatever happened to that nice girl who used to lie down in our hallway and cry?" Three weeks after we met, things were going well with Thomas. We played hooky from work one sunny summer day and drank margaritas at a dark Mexican restaurant. He crafted a homemade horoscope book for me about how cosmically perfect we were together.
On one of our first dates I thought I'd found a dealbreaker — a stack of Playboy magazines under his bed. Instead of starting a fight, like pre-self-help me would have, I pretended I was fine with it. It's not that I have a problem with porn — and admittedly Playboy is quaint — but those small-waisted, big-boobed blondes make me a bit paranoid. Was Thomas unhappy with a short, average brunette? I consulted my library. You Can Heal Your Life taught me, "There is no competition and no comparison, for we are all different and meant to be that way." Thomas explained that his subscription was a birthday gift from a friend and that, as improbable as it sounded, he really did read Playboy for the articles — those women weren't his type. Within three months, I'd met his parents and won over his skittish cat, Ms. Franny, who apparently had never previously joined him in bed if there was a woman there. I loved a man who owned a cat and confidently talked to it in a baby voice. One night when we were snuggling up in bed with Ms. Franny, Thomas said, "I'm gonna marry you, you know." It was pretty romantic — and pretty soon. Was Thomas in love with me or codependant? I decided to just let him love me and whispered back, "I know." I rolled over to grab a book out of my bag and snuggle with my someday-to-be husband and stepcat. I know reading in bed sounds like the kiss of death, but we were morning-sex people. I liked doing it in the morning, before work. It was my way of sticking it to the man. I never came into work late with tangled hair and my blouse buttoned wrong, but just taking the time to get laid in the morning made me feel like I had a certain edge when I sat in meetings.
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