Confessions Of A Sane Single Woman

Men are so quick to tell us that if a woman reaches a certain age and isn't married that she is the problem, not them. I am here to heavily debate that theory. You're about to embark upon a true misadventure about one normal woman's savage search for a soulmate. It is me. I am "one normal woman." These unbelievable dating experiences have thoroughly convinced me that this man either doesn't exist or is stuck in a tree somewhere. This ideal man is not missing front teeth. He is someone I can take out in public who understands that "The Chicken Joint" doesn't fall into the category of "fine dining." His breath doesn't make my eyes water and he knows how to use dental floss. These twisted, dysfunctional tales about my quest for love are chronicled as told to my life-long friends, quirky colleagues, and erratic family - though you'll come to realize that many of those relationships are equally as disturbed as my dating experiences. While taking this comical stroll down memory lane, I fall over a cliff reliving the details of these outrageously unlikely dating scenarios and sensual slip-ups, along with my lively but borderline psychotic living situation.