There should be a four-letter word for beauty.She has more shoes than Sarah Jessica Parker and a skin-care system that could make Madonna swoon, but unlike her celebrity counterparts, Grace Noonan doesn't have it all. Her latest utterly-eligible-yet-maddeningly-unavailable boyfriend has just revealed that having sex with her is one thing and having babies quite another, forcing Grace to move on--again. And now that her employer--a top cosmetics company once devoted to "beauty beyond thirty"--is pursuing a teenaged supermodel as its future face, this thirty-four-year-old marketing exec is starting to wonder if she is going to get it all before the closing credits. Could it be time for Grace to back out of the beauty race and trade the singles scene for the sperm bank? Or is there something even this savvy bombshell has yet to discover about life and love in New York City?

SUMMARY: Quand j'ai appris que mon premier amour - Vincent venait de se marier, j'ai trouvé ça plutôt marrant... Lorsque est venu le tour de Randy - mon ex, lui aussi -, j'ai tout de suite trouvé ça plus louche... Mais quand Josh - mon Josh, mon ex et meilleur ami -, m'a annoncé son propre mariage, alors là, j'ai vu ROUGE ! Est-ce que quelqu'un pourrait m'expliquer ce qui cloche chez moi? Selon ma copine Michelle, tout est une question de méthode : se faire passer la bague au doigt est un jeu d'enfant, si l'on connaît quelques règles de base. Et si elle avait raison ? Le seul moyen de le savoir, c'est de lancer une Opération Bague Au Doigt et de m'attaquer à Kirk, mon dernier petit ami en date. Celui-ci, croyez-moi, je ne le laisserai pas m'échapper !

Ex-Girlfriend Emma Carter has a lot on her mind. Her boyfriend got a life--in L.A. Her hairdresser found God. And that extra ten pounds of "relationship flab" she acquired while falling in love with a commitment-phobe has just put her out of the running for new romance--or so she thinks. But before Emma can get on with her life, she's got to face a few startling truths about being single in New York City....Confession #5: Marriage suddenly seems like a social disease.Even the latest bride in my family--my mother--has put me to work in the service of her wedding day. What about us non-brides-to-be? Working in the warped little world of wedding planning has only led me to one conclusion: If you don't get married in this world, you get nothing. Once, in an editorial meeting, I jokingly suggested that a woman should get a bridal shower when she turns thirty, wedding or not. Everyone looked at me as if I were some kind of nut. I am 31 years old; am I not entitled...