Being a thirty-five year old virgin is unfortunate. Being a thirty-five year old virgin and a romance writer is ridiculous. Elaine knows it, and her gay best friend Tony hardly lets her forget it. Her third date with decent-but-dull “Boring William” coming up and part of her wants to hold out, but that perfect fantasy of her first time is only getting further out of reach. When things go completely awry, a very unusual solution presents itself.
Lilith Duvalier is a shit-broke 20 something who regrets her college double major at least twice a week. After graduating in the worst of the recession she bounced around the state of Minnesota doing jobs that have given her the weirdest resume of anyone she knows. In the course of doing what it took to make rent, Lilith has been vehemently sworn at in most of the USA's regional accents, crashed a 50,000 dollar car into a lamp post, lived in a basement room built out of plywood in an illegal boarding house and was once paid 20 dollars out of the till to leave a Jimmy Johns. During those events she started writing erotica, figuring that her life couldn't get any weirder than it already was, and that the royalty checks would be worth being introduced to people as "the one I told you about".