Walking back to her car, Hadley mulled over her
all-consuming desire to write this play. She wanted, first of all, to figure
out why she—and many other girls and women—were attracted to the same type of
guy over and over, the ones who always seemed to break her heart. Sure, she
understood the initial attraction, but why stay when they proved to be
veritable will-o’-the wisps in terms of faithfulness? Why did women cede their romantic innocence to
these heartbreakers? Weren’t there clues they should watch for? Once figured
out, she could educate the female sex in her play, including that decisive
moment when girls unwittingly stepped into the muck with their kitten heels
only to find them irretrievably stuck. She would break the code. And it would
be there in black and white, to be read, re-read and acted out on stage. That would be Hadley’s mission.
And, most of all, by writing the play, Hadley
herself would avoid these blackguards once and for all. Like Derek, her
ex-boyfriend from L.A, a walking heart smasher. She once overheard him talking
on the phone to God-knows-who: “She’s old. She can’t put up with this much
longer.” Old? Maybe thirty, thirty-one at the time? What a bastard! OK, he was
a good five years younger, but that didn’t make her old! She’d show him. She’d
write her play and have it staged while he still flirted with younger women.
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This sounds good and I like that it's her first book.
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