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  Excerpt from  A Movie Lover's Search for Romance  - HENRY, OR PATHETIC CRUSH #2 Just as my crush on Adrien Brody began to wane, I began crushing on Henry. Henry, as in Henry Cooper, direct descendent of James Fennimore Cooper, who wrote the well-known classic, The Last of the Mohicans. Henry Cooper, of the Coopers of Cooperstown. Until I met Henry, I’d never actually heard anyone who sounded like George Plimpton. I thought that high, guttural, WASP accent was an anachronism, like hula-hoops and the Ed Sullivan Show. If Henry was not the highest of high WASP, he would be a parody of rich Americans. But Henry is the real deal. He has piles of the Social Register stacked casually around his living room, along with old copies of The New Yorker , for which he once wrote. Henry is my father’s friend. They went to Andover together in the late ’40s and early ’50s. My father is not high WASP. Dad is the product of four Eastern European Jewish grandparents, each of whom travele...

  Excerpt from  57 Steps to Paradise  by Patricia Lorenz--   Sam, First Husband   I’m writing this book for women in their 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s and 90s who are single, divorced, or widowed and who are interested in finding a good man with whom to share the rest of their lives. In order to do that I must first unzip my soul and expose my foibles. Think about it. Nobody wants to read about the perfect woman in the perfect house wearing the perfect designer outfit with the perfect man at her side. We women want the real belly-in-the-muck-of-life story. We want to read about the tough parts, the sad, anguishing parts of a real woman’s life, and hopefully learn how she wiggled out of the mud and muck into the light with a pretty good man’s arms available for a great bear hug every so often. So, that’s what I’m going to give you. The truth. I’ve made many mistakes when it comes to men, but I don’t think I’m that much differently from many women. After all, th...

  Excerpt from A Movie Lover's Search for Romance (Joanna Charnas) THE NEW GUY   You don’t always know when you’re experiencing burnout until you’re hip deep in its muck. You also don’t comprehend how completely addicting Internet dating is until you’re hooked. So if you find yourself burned out from Internet dating, as I did, the prudent thing is to give it a rest. Although I planned to take a break from Internet dating, I’d become too addicted to stop. It didn’t matter that I was emotionally exhausted from too many blind dates. Which is when Simon entered my life.  I met Simon on an Internet dating site. When we first spoke on the phone, he asked if I’d meet him that evening at a party given in honor of a couple of his friends. Simon explained that his schedule was booked for the rest of the week, but he wanted to meet me right away. The party started in mid-afternoon, and assuming I wouldn’t be enslaved and forced into the sex trade, I agreed to rendezvous at his frie...