1. Date Reggie Martin
8. Shake hands with someone famous
12. Get a professional makeover
13. Learn to knit
16. Sing at a karaoke bar
19. Eat escargot
21. Visit a fortune-teller
25. Ride a mechanical bull
26. Throw a wild party
27. Get a tattoo
28. Kiss a stranger
29. Ride a motorcycle
30. Crash a party
31. Do something scandalous
32. Protest for a worthy cause
33. Leave a $100 tip
35. Practice a random act of kindness
38. Have multiple orgasms
41. Have 15 minutes of fame
42. Go out in public with no underwear
43. Fly first-class
44. Buy something without reading the price tag
45. Spend an entire day in bed
46. Own an expensive designer dress
47. Drink Cristal champagne straight from the bottle
49. Climb to the top of the Statue of Liberty
50. Ice skate at Rockefeller Center
Multiple orgasms were among the many things she wasnât going to get to experience before turning thirty, Lilah Banks decided as she stared at her well-worn pink stationery. She hadnât seen her list since college graduation in 1999.
That day sheâd crossed off fall in love and neatly tucked The List inside her grandmotherâs antique jewelry box. The jewelry box had been packed up along with her other college memories and had landed in the attic of the house sheâd shared with her husband Chuck.
Until today, that box had remained sealed like Pandoraâs box. When Lilah had opened it, all of her unfulfilled hopes and dreams had tumbled out with her American University sweatshirt and a ton of old photos.
Lilah had been a good girl and followed the rules. Sheâd married her college sweetheart, lost her virginity on her wedding night and perfectly balanced her career in real estate with her duties as a domestic goddess. Yet here she was divorced after only six years of marriage.
She smoothed her hand over The List, studying the handwriting of a sixteen-year-old girl as it transformed into that of a young woman in her twenties.
At sixteen sheâd wanted to date Reggie Martinânever happened. At eighteen, rebelling against her goody-two-shoes image, she added visit a nude beach to The Listâthat did happen: spring break 1997. At twenty, the awakening of her social consciousness, sheâd wanted to protest a worthy causeâbut never did. And at twenty-one, the awakening of her sexual consciousness, came the thing about multiple orgasms.
Lilah shook her head. A lot of really fun things were still unchecked, and her thirtieth birthday was only three weeks away.
âSo much for that.â She dropped The List to the floor and dug back into the box. She pulled out a framed photo of her kissing Chuck at the Kappa Alpha Psi fraternity cookout senior year.
Saving the frame, she tossed the photo into the waste bin at her right. Her world had been so different then.
At this point in her life sheâd expected to be preparing for motherhood instead of readjusting to single life. She should have been remodeling their fabulous three-story suburban home instead of unpacking her Georgetown condo after three months of living out of boxes.
The only part of her life that had stayed on track was her career. As a real estate agent she was at the top of her game, making more money than she knew how to spend. But, with her personal life so deep in the trash bin, it was hard to celebrate that success.
She plunged both hands into the box and pulled out the last picture frame. Lilah and her best friend Angie. They were lying on their dorm room floor, staring up into the camera sheâd held above their heads. When the two of them were together, they were trouble. Their parents had nicknamed them Lucy and Ethel because of their madcap adventures.
Angie was still Lilahâs best friend, but theyâd grown apart since college, and Lilahâs marriage had had a lot to do with that.
After college Angie had moved to New York City to pursue her career as the next big name in fashion. Lilah had been certain sheâd be spending a lot of time in the Big Apple visiting Angie, and had added a couple of New York-related items to her list. But, over the years, Chuck had always found reasons for Lilah not to make the trip.
Lilah bit back her rising anger over all the times sheâd given in to Chuckâs emotional manipulations. Heâd been needy and insecure, and sheâd been spineless and desperate to please. What a pair theyâd made.
Her gaze dropped back to the two girls in the picture. Feeling a surge of wistfulness, Lilah grabbed her phone and began to dial. It was ten-thirty on a Saturday night, so the odds were strongly against her friend answering, but it had already been too long since theyâd last spoken.