Finding "True" Love

It has been said that true love is what really matters in life but I believe that is a bit of a misnomer. I once had an inexplicable and unhealthy obsession with Lizzie Grubman. Just the fact she could find it necessary and acceptable to back her Escalade into a crowd of party goers kind of intrigues me. I even wrote her letters when she was in prison, though, sadly, I never sent them. Mostly out of pure embarrassment and of course the outlandish idea that she would respond and we would fall in love and then... well then, I would be married to Lizzie Grubman.

I can only imagine the wild antics we would have hanging out in the Hamptons. Crashing parties at Martha's Vineyard. Losing our kids at Whole Foods. Do they even have a Whole Foods in Nantucket. I also wonder how many kids we'd have. I'm guessing five, but with a surrogate mom, of course. Three girls and two boys. I haven't gone so far as to name any them. But, alas, such love will never come to be.


Live long Lizzie and maybe in a future life we shall meet, and be as one. The loving, wild, eccentric, and completely independent couple we always deserved to be.