What if your soul mate is just as over-sexed, emotionally fried, and spiritually confused as you are?
Jimmy is in his thirties and completely over it—dating, hookups, healing crystals, “finding himself.” After years of cringe-worthy sexual disasters and love that fizzled faster than cheap incense, he's starting to believe intimacy is just a myth. Like abs. Or closure.
Mira is a yoga teacher with a soft heart, a sharp tongue, and a long résumé of men who mistook her for a one-woman wellness retreat. She’s grounded, spiritual-ish, and fully done with being everyone’s growth experience.
When Jimmy wanders into Mira’s yoga class, it’s not destiny—it’s desperation, tight hamstrings, and a Groupon. But something sticks. And when a breathwork session turns into something deeper (and slightly sweatier), both of them are forced to rethink what healing, connection, and slightly tantric fumbling might actually look like.
Told in two painfully honest, hilariously explicit horny halves, A Romantic Sex Comedy is a sharp, awkward, weirdly touching story about mismatched socks, misguided tantra, and the surprisingly sacred mess of getting it right—just once.