THE CURSE OF THE SINGLES TABLE
BOOK REVIEW:
Its been rather quite a long time since I’d read a book, & had completed reading this book within 2wks despite of my busy schedule. ;p This is a true story of the author, Mdm Suzanne Schlosberg, of her 1001 nights without sex. ;)
This book is hilarious, poignant, honest & its so easy to relate to myself, or even to my friends, n I believe to anyone else out there.
A 34yrs old, smart, good looking free-lance writer has inexplicably crossed that dreaded line from Single… to Still SINGLE. She tried many ways outrageously to end her single-hood & her many sexless nights. She called it ‘the Streak’: 1001 nights without sex. ;D The ways & means that she tried to get herself out of this situation are rather common, like through the internet, dating with men who are introduced by friends, camping, volunteering etc… Of course, she did find her special one in the end. ;)
Quotes in her book:
"Love is the answer – but while you’re waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions."
– Woody Allen
– Woody Allen
"Some things are better than sex, and some things are worse, but there’s nothing exactly like it."
- W. C. Fields
- W. C. Fields
"Sex is like air; it’s not important unless you aren’t getting any.
-Unkown
-Unkown
"Sex is a short cut to everything."
Matter of facts:
In your twenties, you take your place at the singles table with optimism. You know there will be a decent crop of available guys at your table, and it’s not inconceivable that one of them might become your next fling, or maybe even your next boyfriend. At the very least, you’ll have someone to dance with.
In your thirties, the singles table is a very different place. Now, the population of this table resembles that of a war-torn nation: women, children, and sickly men. Typically, there are not enough bona fide singles to fill an entire table, since all the people you sat with in your twenties have found their mates. So the definition of ‘singles’ is stretched to include engaged couples, eleven-year-old nephews of the groom, and paunchy second cousins from Detroit who manage their father’s drywall business.
In your thirties, you dread taking your place at the singles table. Your singleness has started to feel like something more serious than the flu, something chronic, painful, and obscure – like diverticulitis. Deep down you know you haven’t done anything to cause your condition, but you know that other people suspect it’s your fault, and in your worst moments you start to wonder if they’re right.
There are many transitions to be endured once you’ve crossed the Great Divide between under-thirty and over-thirty singleness, but none are more dreaded than the move from “single” to “still single”.
Just when your lack of marital status has turned into some sort of disease, the remedy becomes even more scarce. No longer can you assume that any cute guy you might bump into – at a coffee bar, in line with at the movies – is single. The only clue to help you deduce his eligibility is the presence of a wedding band, so you develop a habit of making a visual beeline from a guy’s face to the ring finger on his left hand.
So, get this book and read it! You’ll enjoy it too!
Am now reading another book… ;) halfway through it already.
