Read The Day I Shot Cupid Online
Authors: Jennifer Love Hewitt
O
h, the days of steamy novels, daydreams,
and endless satisfaction with our dream man…Remember when a rabbit was a cute, fluffy animal that taught you responsibility? Not anymore. Samantha on
Sex and the City
proved that a good vibrator is as important as a toothbrush. The rabbit is an extremely well-sold vibrator that the modern woman packs before her undergarments. Our dream man is even threatened by the relationship between a gal and her AA Energizers. But here’s the thing—sometimes a girl wants a quick “wham bam thank you ma’am” without all the perfume and
fanfare, just like men and a
Playboy
centerfold. If she’s single, it can keep her slutless and disease-free. If she’s partnered, it can be used as a spice-up tool for even the most perfect relationships. And other times, it’s just a way to express your naughty self without feeling like you need someone else for everything. Remember, it knows exactly what you need, doesn’t talk back, shuts off when you say so, doesn’t want anything in return, and can’t kiss and tell. For those who are modest, name that little sucker and from now on tell people you are having a hot night with “Brad.” Then go home, grab a glass of cabernet, and turn him on…wink, wink.
Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.
—Henri Frédéric Amiel
(1821–1881),
Swiss philosopher,
poet, critic
This information was not fun to learn, but once you know these things, it all gets easier to deal with.
A
group of professional people posed
this question to a group of four- to eight-year-olds: “What does love mean?” The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined:
“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.”
—Rebecca, age 8
“When somebody loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
—Billy, age 4
“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”
—Terri, age 4
“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”
—Bobby, age 7
“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.”
—Nikka, age 6
“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day.”
—Noelle, age 7
“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.”
—Tommy, age 6
“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.”
—Chris, age 7
“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.”
—Karen, age 7
You should make up your own list. It’s a fun exercise!
I
t’s only fitting that I end this book
where I started. I am back in Cabo four years later, with a lot of water and romance under the bridge. So let’s recap. I came here the first time with a broken heart, my girlfriends, and an idea for this book. Since then, I’ve dated a little, had a boyfriend, gotten engaged, had a fiancé, planned a wedding, had to say good-bye and ended up not getting married, am still storing a wedding dress in my closet (ouch!), grieved, turned thirty, laughed, cried, and finally finished this book! Where am I now? Really happy! A happiness that feels real and long-lasting, a new set of the
most amazing girlfriends, lots of memories, and, what do you know, a new boyfriend! I’ve learned a lot about relationships, love, and myself. I hope you, too, will find happiness and joy. What’s next for me in this slightly wounded, yet hopeful heart? I don’t know, neither do you, and that is what’s truly beautiful.
—JLH