Still A Virgin?!
Danielle Longhorne has an almost perfect life at thirty. Free-lancing for low-key magazines offering mundane tips on relationships, sharing an apartment with fifty-year old best friend and sex fiend, Shelly, getting free rides from Jacques, Shelly’s ex, who’s made listening to his randy adventures as a call-cabbie for the rich and affluent of Santa Barbara a pastime, and indulging in a low-key relationship with perfectly awesome Hollywood hot-shot fiancé, Alberto, who is getting impatient to get over with the deed as their Big Day draws close.
When a spot for an erotic columnist in a high-end women’s magazine, Newchic, is open, Danielle pulls out all her stops, hits it good with a sensational trial article about philandering men which gets readers talking, but before she can have a celebratory toast with her bestie, Alberto gives her the heave-ho having had enough of going solo and staying faithful for only a few months (twenty-four, to be precise).
Now her almost perfect life is torn into shreds, who knew writing sexually-related articles would need experimenting? With no sex-life, and reluctant to get one, Danielle must kill two birds with a stone, undo her cherry by seeking professional help as Shelly insists, get with Alberto──the one she let go away──and prevent majority of Newchic’s readers from filing lawsuits after breaking their spines thanks to her recommended ‘impracticable’ positions. (Their way of shifting all the blame for paying less attention to aerobics instructors than they tolerated all the fluff about inner peace).
So she’s where she’d rather not be, sitting on the dreaded armchair, being uncooperative and staring vacantly into the eyes of a gorgeous therapist, wondering if her case of 'cock block' was just a result of not meeting the right guy. The one who’s only a couch away, but yet so far to reach.