Chapter 78

AMELIA Kimmy Park and I have known each other since first grade. Back then, she was obsessed with a boy in our class named Jamie Jessop and followed him around like a puppy, trying to get him to kiss her. Being a seven-year-old who was more interested in collecting Pokémon cards than having a girlfriend, poor Jamie was horrified. The only way she could have gotten his attention was if she’d dressed up as Pikachu and yelled, “I choose you!” We’re both in our early thirties now, but Kimmy still has the exact same approach to sex—if she sees someone she likes, she goes for it. Although she’s a lot more successful these days. Her whirlwind of a love life has always left me dizzy. It certainly helps that grown-up Kimmy is drop-dead gorgeous and ultra confident. She’s the kind of woman that makes members of both sexes go cross-eyed when she talks to them. We should all be more like Kimmy, I think as I sit opposite her in the latest bar to open in my neighborhood. I don’t fail to notice that