I am not your typical ""girlie girl"". I know more about sports than most men do (daughter of a sportscaster), I hate flowers, jewelry, shopping etc. If a guy wants to impress me, it better be field and/or court side tickets to an NFL or NBA game. I am 30 years old, still single, following a dream, wallowing in self pity; yet I manage to briefly mask my self-loathing with wine, random flings with B list celebrities, professional athletes, dating men that are full blown sociopaths, and basically being a well known socialite.
Unlike most relationship/non-fiction books about random peoples...