I was a big Nemo fan. In fact, I admit to seeing it alone — sans child — in a theatre full of noisy kids.
Two weeks ago, I idolized Nemo.
Last week, after finding Nemo 22.5 times with a visiting two-year old, I detest Nemo — second only to Barney, who I never liked.
But like all traumatic experiences, something good came of this. As I squealed in surprise for the eleventh time when daddy fish, Marlin, and his ditzy friend, Dory, found the goggles belonging to the evil, dentist-kidnapper, my mind drifted …
And then my blood raced, for my brain had stumbled upon the perfect contest: “Finding Derek.”
And what, pray tell, is Finding Derek?
Derek Mitchell is the hero in my new book, The Sex Lounge, which will be released by Kensington in May 2007. Beginning next week, I will scour clubs, bars, airports, and financial district(s) for sexy hunks with Derek Mitchell potential. Then, provided that drinks are not thrown in my face and/or harassment charges are not filed, I will post snapshots of these hunks and a little bio. You, faithful readers, will then have the opportunity to vote for your favorite.
So check back on August 1st when I’ll post my first hunk … or a postcard from jail. Either way, it’s sure to be an entertaining post.