The Perfect Man Page #5

about Lenny.

He's a good egg.

Just not the egg for me.

I like this egg.

I want this egg

to be my boyfriend.

When's he coming over?

As soon as he gets back.

Well, where did he go?

He's opening up

a new restaurant

in China.

And the phone lines

there are impossible,

evidently.

So as soon as he gets back,

he's going to call.

Cool. What else

does the letter say?

That's private.

Excuse me.

China.

How are we ever going

to get a stamp from China?

We won't.

Now that he's traveling,

he asked her to send...

her e-mail address

to his e-mail address.

He has

an e-mail address?

Brooklyn Boy,

this new account

that I'm setting up.

Well, at least

it's consistent, since

everyone lies in cyberspace.

But we can't use

the computer at my house

in case my mom finds it.

I'd offer ours,

except my brother's on

buying those

little Yu-Gi-Oh cards on eBay.

Who else?

It's kind of messy.

It's kind of dark.

Oh, yeah.

Should be on.

Thank you so much

for letting me do this.

You must think that I'm crazy,

but at least my mom's happy,

you know.

It's such a change...

'cause she usually spends

most of her time depressed

or with idiots.

Maybe I should try it.

My mom only smiles

once a month

when the alimony check comes.

And if she's been dumped

a lot? Then what?

A lot?

That's a tough one.

I guess the perfect guy

would be...

He could be anywhere

in the world...

but he chooses

to be with her because...

life is better with her

by his side.

Dear Passionate Baker...

I'm spending my days

with very serious

business people...

and I know

I should be listening

to every word they say...

But all I keep thinking is...

what am I doing

all the way in China?

Unbelievable. Listen to this.

Come on. Let's go.

It's from Ben.

"I planned this restaurant

before I'd ever laid eyes

on you.

"If I had to do it over...

"I'd buy the building

right next to yours

and open there. "

He'd rather be with me.

Why don't you write him back?

Good.

Excuse me.

Dear Brooklyn Boy...

if your food's half as good

as your letters...

nothing would make me happier

than having your restaurant

on my block.

But I'd hate to deprive

the nation of China...

of that kind of satisfaction.

So open your restaurant

there first.

Dear Passionate Baker...

as long as

I'm in the kitchen cooking...

it doesn't matter where I am.

It's a real specific kind

of satisfaction, isn't it...

cooking for people?

I'm only a baker,

but I put as much creativity

and passion...

into my cakes

as a painter puts on a canvas.

Granted, when all's said

and done,

all I've made is a cake.

But then again, you can't eat

the Mona Lisa.

Waiting, the Passionate Baker.

Dear Passionate Baker...

creativity and passion, huh?

I'm starting to figure out

what makes you tick.

And as for the Mona Lisa...

after a few thousand years...

people are going to get tired

of her smile.

But a good fudge brownie

is eternal.

Dear Brooklyn Boy...

I'm modest about some things,

but not this.

I make the best fudge brownies

on the planet.

Well, it just so happens...

I make the best

homemade ice cream.

Ice cream and brownies.

Now that's a good combo.

That's all I'm looking for.

My own good combo.

Someone I can bring out

the best in...

and someone that brings out

the best in me.

How you doing?

Surprise, surprise.

Lenny, there's something

I need to tell you.

We don't need words.

I know

what you're going to say.

And I feel the exact same way.

No, this is important

for me to say.

I met someone...

"And his name is Lenny...

"and he's rocking my world. "

I know.

And I know you're scared.

I'm scared, too.

But I also know

if the world turned

upside down...

baby, I know you'd always

be around my mind.

The best of times.

These are "the best of times. "

I met someone else.

What?

I mean,

I didn't meet someone,

but I might.

But the perfect man

is standing right here,

next to my cuddles.

Lenny, I'm sorry.

I really am.

You are a great guy.

I'm sorry this wasn't...

"the best of times. "

Hey.

I'm in the middle of writing

my mom an e-mail

and she just logged on.

IM her.

Should I?

Yeah, It will make Ben

seem more real, won't it?

Okay.

Fancy running into you here.

What time is it there?

Late.

I thought it would be morning.

It is. Late morning.

What are you doing?

Just thinking.

About what?

You'd be bored.

Try me.

If I stop replying,

you'll know I fell asleep.

Well, I have kids.

Have I mentioned that?

No. That's great.

Two daughters.

Seven and sixteen.

They're lucky to have you

as a mom.

You are the only person

on earth who would say that.

And it's just because

you haven't met me.

I've made

so many mistakes.

Everyone makes mistakes.

Yeah, well,

I make whoppers,

over and over...

and my kids are the ones

who suffer.

It's not fair.

This wasn't the plan,

you know.

I had a big future in mind

when I was younger.

I was going to be

a famous baker.

Like Julia Child,

but with desserts.

I was going to go

to a fancy cooking school.

Write cookbooks.

Make people fall in love

with baking again.

I had

all the applications, too.

I was in the middle

of filling them out

when I learned I was pregnant.

I thought

it was good news.

A baby fit into

my happily-ever-after plan

just fine.

But it didn't fit

into the guy's.

Or maybe it was me

that didn't fit.

Whichever. I was on my own.

So you had your kid instead

of fulfilling your dream.

I guess I did.

If you had to do it all over,

would you have gone

to school instead?

Life definitely

would have been easier

if I'd done that.

Gotten my act together first.

Had kids later.

But those kids...

wouldn't be Holly

and Zoe.

And life

without Holly and Zoe,

I can't even imagine it.

It's just no life at all.

Special message...

to all you bloggers out there

being raised by single moms.

Give the old lady a break.

She's doing the best she can.

Yeah.

Okay, one cherry cake.

Yeah,

that would be great.

$12.99. Thanks.

Thank you. Bye.

Can I help you?

Attention, shoppers.

Need a little pick-me-up?

Why don't you head on over

to our coffee corner...

and pick yourself up a

half-caf caramel macchiato?

But remember,

coffee can be hot.

It can have an intensity

like you've never felt before.

Searing deep into your flesh.

Is he joking?

Your tender, vulnerable...

so-easily-hurt flesh.

So be sure to ask

for a protective sleeve

when you pick up your coffee.

Maybe ask for another one

to slip over your heart.

Thank you.

And I bought

these butterfly clips

so that you can use it...

and clip the braids back.

But don't pull.

Okay.

It hurts.

Okay, I'm taking Zoe

to her play date, then

I'm going to Gloria's shower.

Don't burn the place down.

Wow. Look at you.

Where they having it,

at the Ritz?

Close to it.

Some whoop-de-do spot

named the River Bistro.

No!

Ow!

Isn't that way over

everybody's budget?

Yeah, but Gloria's

cousin's wife works

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