I got my first boyfriend
when I was fourteen. It lasted one month, and the month happened to be
February. So for Valentines Day he gave me a small stuffed Grateful Dead
dancing bear from the head shop he hung out at, and a butterfly necklace from
Claire’s that broke the next day. Just like Carrie Hill
Wilner, ten years later I still don’t know what exactly makes a boyfriend,
but I do know that somewhere in between Meg Ryan movies and popping the big
question, we do get some pretty great stories out of these guys…
Check out Carrie Hill
Wilner’s “About
Last Night…The Boyfriend” and follow her deceptively endearing journey to
discovering that sometimes wanting that “confusing horrible freak-out sex” can really
be quite comforting… — Alexandra Godfrey
