Here is a book about a woman who pushes her husband to open their marriage. It had some funny bits, like: “Her face was smooth and shiny in the right places, like she hadn’t put on any face makeup or like she knew the best makeup to buy.” But mostly I wasn’t so much into it. This is partly because I am not sure I can relate to all the negotiating about sex, but more because I couldn’t relate to the whole world. The main character is in her early thirties, and there is a lot about how she misses her life with her friends in college. Back then, she says, they were “around each other’s apartments all the time, and it never felt like a special occasion or anything. We wouldn’t wash our hair before getting together.” I mean who are these people in their thirties who only go to their friend’s houses on special occasions? And feel they have to wash their hair first?! Sounds exceedingly lonely.
Also strange was how worried she is about getting older. One thing driving her desire to open her marriage is how she is depressed by no longer being the focus of male interest, now she is so old, which is – wait for it – 32. Honestly I can only conclude that some womens’ appearance really meant a lot to them in their early life. I am much older than her and this has never worried me once. Maybe I was just really ugly in my twenties?