A funny, honest, and revealing account of a 30-something woman who has it all—except a good man with which to spend the rest of her life
I designed my first wedding when I was seven. Barbie, swathed in baby pink tulle with camelia petals on her head, was propped up on a matchbox carriage pulled by a white horse from Barbie Dressage with my brother's pirate doll in shiny black knickerbockers. Pirate Pete was just a prop to give the scene validity. I really could have done without him so long as I got to one day wear a dress like Barbie's. But something shifts when a girl turns thirty and suddenly Pirate Pete becomes very much a part of the picture.
Jacinta Tynan appears to have it she's 32, gorgeous, and has a fantastic job as a news presenter—there's just one thing missing, and that's Pirate Pete. Here, Jacinta chronicles her search for a man to live the rest of her life with, and her friends' search as well. Her story covers speed dating, "premature declarators" (men who tell you they love you on the second date, then change their mind), getting over a breakup, chemistry, waxing (the Brazilian is in if you're on the market), married men, "fishing off the company pier," older men, sex with an ex, one-night stands, and living alone. Her mother's advice to go out with any man, "so long as he doesn't have two heads," doesn't help.
At first glance, when I looked at the summary of the book, it seemed captivating, but as I read on, I just couldn't get into the book, perhaps because of the way it was written, as if she were writing in a diary. I gave up after 50 pages. It's very rare that I don't finish a book.
I'm French and I currently live in Sydney. I liked the references to the city and its surroundings.