single, twenty-something Miami high school teacher's New Year's
resolution is to find a man. There is a lot of competition
for this particular resolution.
She longs for cold winter nights in flannel
pajamas with her head resting on some nice guy's shoulder. And breakfasts
in bed, with sex for dessert. She wants a diamond ring of whatever
size and clarity, as long as it was bigger than a breadbox and sparkles
brilliantly in all light sources. Presented to her, of course, (is
there any other way?) by a guy, her guy, down on one knee.
The Cape Cod house with a white picket
fence image is occurring with a startling regularity. The fact that
her Barbie doll namesake (Mattel, Inc) has never actually made it
to the altar with Ken, having been designated to perpetual bridesmaid
status, or to "dream wedding" status, has ceased to make
What Barbie Bradley really wants is to find Mister Right, instead
of Mister Right Now. To this end, she and her best friend and hairdresser
Angie Ward have made a pact to try anything . . . Anything short
of actually attending a singles party in graveyard, that is.
But that's where they have ended up. Forest
And though this seems way TOO bizarre to
be true, and the phrase "men to die for" might turn out
to be more than just a joke, what the two women do possess is a
spirited sense of adventure. As well as firm adherence to a rather
And though living up to the name "Barbie"
has been quite the task, on this night, in Miami's Forest Lawn Cemetery,
Barbie Bradley just might finally have come up with an accessory
the doll never had. A werewolf.
And maybe . . . also . . . possibly . .
. real live husband potential?