Voula Pavlopolous won't be planning a big fat greek wedding anytime soon.

After a turbulent childhood and two-and-a-half former boyfriends—if you can call them that—Voula's content to have time alone in her crowded apartment and drinks with her best friend Jamie (who's never been one of those married people who ditches her pals).

So Voula doesn't see it coming when Jamie announces 'we're trying' closely followed, of course, by 'we're pregnant.' Now, Jamie's busy with pre-natal classes and swollen ankles while Voula is becoming an expert on what to expect when your former wild-and-crazy girlfriend is expecting.

Well, Voula's tired of sitting on the sidelines of life and has decided to start living it! Step one: Stop being her mother's doormat. Step two: Give a guy a chance. Step three: It's time to say goodbye to her italian stallion room-mate (and whoever else is living in their third bedroom).

That's right—Voula's going to buy a place! There are three and a half million apartments in Manhattan. Finding the right one can't be that hard. Can it?