Land of love dating
So you were heart-broken you had sworn off love for the rest of your life .
Turned down every offer that came your way so many times that after awhile it just became the norm.
I read it lying in bed, feeling my throat getting dry.
Staring into its glossy pages, I dreamed that there, in a different country, I would turn into someone beautiful, someone boys turned their heads for.
There have been so many Saturday nights, each one a repetition of the last.
Bill Murray ain’t got nothing on me as the weeks turn into months, then years, then decades. I am sobering up far too soon, and I still have my shirt on—two cardinal sins that lead to sexual exile.
Succeed once and you might never have to play again.
In my desk, I kept a precious document of American life, sent to me by a friend who had moved to New York a year earlier: an article about the Pill, ripped from the US girls’ magazine .
I dreamed that I would need this kind of pill, too.
Two months later, on my first day at Walnut Hills High School in Cincinnati, Ohio, I went to the library and borrowed a stack of s that stood taller than me.
I was determined to find out precisely what happened between American boys and girls when they started liking each other, and what I was supposed to say and do in order to reach the stage when ‘the Pill’ would prove necessary.
Armed with a highlighter and a pen, I looked for words and expressions that had to do with American conduct in courtship and wrote them out on separate cards, just like my English teacher in St Petersburg had taught me.