Sometimes reading romance novels doesn’t quite prepare you for a love life...
For this 30-year-old urbanite, love is always a misadventure: The Harvard Lickwit, Hippie the Groper, the 5% Man, and the Ad Weasel. These and many other men wander in and out of her life — but never her bed.
It was an Austin Powers Goldmember party. “Choose a name,” said the host. “How’s that?” I asked. “Middle name + street you live on.” So I told, and he wrote, and I got my name tag: “Hello baby, my name is Anna Broadway, International Woman of—” ... From then led a blog and eventually the memoir published by Random House.
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