Chapter 1

Chocolate pudding, I love chocolate pudding.  I can’t get enough of the damn stuff.  I eat it morning, noon, and night.  Just chock it up to a new obsession, and unfortunately my figure has suffered from it.  Since I’ve lived in San Fran, you think I would be relishing in the sun, all tan with sun bleached hair and having all kinds of women and frustrated men drool over me.  Well I was for a couple of years, and then I stopped dating.  I got bored with the Cali girls.  I never found anyone that I thoroughly enjoyed being with and vice versa.  That was when I developed a newfound passion for this creamy heavenly dessert.  Since then, I’ve put on 50 pounds and for some strange reason, dyed my hair brown.  I eventually realized I didn’t look like myself or feel like myself anymore.  This hit home for me when I ran into a girl I first dated when I moved here and she didn’t even recognize me.  It was time for a change.

Because of this drastic change in my appearance, I decided to see a psychiatrist about it.  Sure I could say, “physician, heal thyself,” but this was beyond me.  So I called upon a good friend of mine from med school, Dr. Jenn Wylis.  With her help, I have somewhat concluded that the obsession winds it’s way back to whom else but the feisty, unassumingly oversexed, red-haired lady doctor that I shared a bed with in Chicago.  For whatever reason, chocolate pudding was our thing.  Our favorite dinner together was George’s takeout and chocolate pudding parfaits for dessert.  I brought over the takeout and she made the parfaits.  And then of course Kerry would figure someway to “accidentally” spill some of hers on me, and well, you can figure out the rest.  My shrink suggests that I’m free-associating the pudding with a relationship that my subconscious is telling me I never should have ended.  That coupled with my somewhat depressed mood since I actually realized that I do miss and in fact love Kerry Weaver has created this unhealthy, fattening, bizarre obsession.

“So what are you going to do about this obsession Kim?”  Dr. Wylis sat there patiently waiting for my response, peering at me from behind her black chunky spectacles.  She had huge bouncy curls for hair, which were the color of chocolate pudding no less!