RULE 1
Make Sure You Have Friends
How Georgia Is Single
"I JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN! NOW THAT IM SINGLE I JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN! YOU SINGLE PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS HAVING FUN!! WHEN ARE WE GOING TO GO OUT AND HAVE FUN?!!!"
She is screaming, screaming at me on the phone. "I WANT TO KILL MYSELF, JULIE. I DONT WANT TO LIVE WITH THIS MUCH PAIN. REALLY. I WANT TO DIE. YOU HAVE TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE EVERYTHING IS
GOING TO BE OKAY! YOU HAVE TO TAKE ME OUT AND REMIND ME THAT IM YOUNG AND ALIVE AND CAN HAVE LOTS AND LOTS OF FUN! OR GOD KNOWS WHAT I MIGHT DO!!!" Dale, Georgias husband, had left her for
another woman two weeks ago and she was obviously a tad upset.
The call came at 8:45 in the morning. I was at the Starbucks on Forty-fourth and Eighth, balancing a cardboard tray of coffees in one hand, my cell phone and this conversation in the other, my
hair in my face, grande mochaccinos tilting toward my left breast, all while paying the nice young twentysomething at the cash register. Im a multitasker.
I had already been up for four hours. As a publicist for a large New York publishing house, part of my job is to cart our writers around from interview to interview as they promote their books.
On this morning I was responsible for thirty-one-year-old writer Jennifer Baldwin. Her book, How to Keep Your Husband Attracted to You During Pregnancy, became an instant bestseller.
Women all around the country couldnt buy the book fast enough. Because, of course, how to keep your husband attracted to you during your pregnancy should be the main concern for a woman during
that very special time in her life. So this week we were making the prestigious morning show rounds. Today, The View, Regis and Kelly. WPIX, NBC, and CNN, so far that day, ate it up. How
could you not love a segment showing eight-months-pregnant women how to strip for their men? Now the author, her personal publicist, her literary agent, and the agents assistant were all
anxiously waiting for me in the Town Car that was parked outside. I held the lifeline to their caffeine fix.
"Do you really feel like you want to kill yourself, Georgia? Because if you do, Ill call 911 right now and get an ambulance over there." Id read somewhere that you should take all suicide talk
seriously, even though I think all she was really doing was making sure I would take her out drinking.
"FORGET THE AMBULANCE, JULIE, YOURE THE ORGANIZER, THE ONE WHO MAKES THINGS HAPPEN -- CALL THOSE SINGLE FRIENDS OF YOURS, THE ONES YOU ARE ALWAYS HAVING FUN WITH -- AND LETS GO OUT AND HAVE
FUN!"
As I continued my balancing act toward the car, I thought about how tired that thought made me. But I knew Georgia was going through a difficult period and it would probably get much worse
before it got better.
Its a tale as old as time. Dale and Georgia had kids, stopped having regular sex, and began fighting. They became distant, and then Dale told Georgia he was in love with a twenty-seven-year-old
whore gutter trash samba teacher, that he met at Equinox. Call me crazy, but Im thinking hot sex might have had something to do with this. Also, and I dont want to be disloyal, and I
would never even suggest Georgia was at fault in any way because Dale is an asshole, and we hate him now, but I cant resist saying, Georgia completely took Dale for
granted.
Now, to be fair, I am particularly judgmental about the Married