For fans of Chelsea Handler’s <i>Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea</i> comes a witty, whip-smart exploration of dating in your thirties, from <i>Chelsea Lately</i> cast member and <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author Sarah Colonna.<BR><BR>Successful career? <I>Check</I><BR>Great friends? <I>Check </I><BR>Financial stability? <I>Check</I><BR>All-around attractive and in good shape? <I>Check </I><BR>Significant other? <I>Womp-womp</I><BR> <BR>This is the strange phenomenon comedic writer and performer Sarah Colonna explores in this brazenly honest, uproarious book: the sudden absence of eligible, ready-to-commit men now that, as Sarah puts it, “you have your shit somewhat together.”<BR> <BR>But why? Through a series of autobiographical, personal essays, Sarah uses her own not-to-be-believed dating disasters as a microcosm through which to view the thirty-something female dating experience as a whole: it sucks. But it’s not you! It’s the men around you who are intimidated by a driven, intelligent, total-package kind of woman. Pansies.<BR> <BR>From a fling-gone-wrong with a major league baseball player to a favorite ex-turned-emotional-crutch, Sarah’s signature wit and sharp observations take you on a journey at once so deviously funny and surprisingly compassionate that it might just steal your heart—not to mention your pants.