You are a romantic junkie who binges on old editions of Cosmopolitan. You are addicted to dog-eared tattered paperbacks, with underlined juicy paragraphs, and brawny half-naked men who catch delirious women with bewitching love spells. You get tipsy with your girlfriends, stalk your ex fiancé's new girlfriend on social media, and drunk text men who seem less than desirable in the sober light of day.Your inner-circle is an illegal blonde financial advisor, a sassy tomboy accountant, and a stuck up real estate agent who shows houses in red tailored pants. Not to mention, your drop-dead gorgeous sister.You've watched more “Sex in the City” reruns than you care to admit and you don’t see anything wrong with meeting your future husband at a local funeral parlor. You think at any given moment “the one" might just walk into your pretty picture, and you still believe in love at first sight.Sound familiar? If this is relatable, then you may have a bunch of things your mom forgot to tell you...This book is definitely for you.