I’ve dated nearly 50 men over the last three years and yet had no luck in finding “the one.” My book is inspired by just this. To be released the summer of 2008, No Job, No Car…No Problem is a tragic comedy purely based upon my dating disasters.

I was dumped via text while lying in the hospital bed. I had suffered a torn Achilles tendon plus two DVTs (deep vein thrombosis). I had three blood clots in my leg while another was aiming at my heart, which had just recently been…broken. I had essentially had enough. How many times could I be told that I was just too great of a catch? And via text no less! To me the situation was as bad as when the guy on Sex and the City dumped Carrie via a post it note. It was unbelievable! So in order to help myself get through yet another heart break, I wrote. I cried and I wrote. I laughed and I wrote. I told doctors and nurses hilarious, yet awful dating stories while they pumped me high on morphine. I cracked up old people in hospital beds next to me with my stories of misfortune. And yet I was still optimistic. Not only was I helping to heal myself, but I was healing others that didn’t have to get better in order to get back out into the dating world. It was the best therapy anyone could have prescribed.

I date. I date and I date and well I date. I don’t make out with all of the men. In turn they don’t always foot the bill. But I refuse to give up and so I date. No Job, No Car…No Problem, details my greatest dating stories. I say stories because they aren’t all happy. In fact they are downright miserable. But somehow I always manage to look on the bright side and find humor in the unbelievable situations. There are many more stories to tell. Some happened long ago and I could only recall bits and pieces. For instance, we met at a coffee shop and he decided he didn’t like coffee…why on earth did he recommend it? Or he said he loved to read but only sci-fi books. Hence, his most exciting time of the year was dressing up and taking part in Comic-Con. There was the guy that somehow became my MySpace boyfriend. He got jealous over what other men would post on my site…though I had never even met him in person.

For those of you that read my book next summer you may wonder why I didn’t title it I’m Not an Alcoholic. I think the audience I target will understand that having a drink or two is a part of the dating world. A glass of wine helps take the nerves out of a blind date that you aren’t sure whether or not you beat to the restaurant. It livens up the conversation you try to enjoy with the man that sits across the table, consistently talking about his ex-girlfriend. And it melts your insides to help you enjoy that goodnight kiss when you’re not exactly sure you want to have it. Let’s face it, in dating, alcohol helps.