I'm sick of dating. Sick of the way guys treat me, sick of living and crying by when and if they call . . . I'm just done.

When my aunt reminds me that a girl has to kiss a lot of frogs before she finds her prince—Aunt Gail says that number is fifty—I decide to take control of my dating destiny: I'm going to go on a series of first dates only, and each one must end in a kiss.

I begin chronicling each date—the good, the bad, and the downright unbelievable—with a plan to turn the stories into an in-depth magazine series about the realities of dating in the twenty-first century.

Everything's going along according to plan until I hit a bump in the road with Frog Number Five, who doesn't seem to understand his role in this deal. And despite my determination to make it all the way to the big five-oh, when fate keeps throwing this same man across my path, I begin to wonder if maybe it's time to ditch the plan . . . and kiss just one more frog.