The Think I Thought I'd Never Do - Joyce Roschinger

There were boyfriends, lots of them, who lived in different cities, with different interests, and different spins on the word "relationship". She wanted someone who knew his way around the kitchen, good in bed, could hold his own at cocktail parties and entertain himself when she was not around. She wanted someone for a week, a month, six months at the most, for drives to the beach, in the middle of the night on the back of a motorbike. She met a musician, dated a photographer, and slept with a firefighter. But it was the minister who was good in bed for six months.