Just five pages into A Date With Destiny: Night of a Thousand Boyfriends by Miranda Clarke (Quirk Books), I can’t decide whether to go to a hotel with an importer/exporter named Chaz, or ditch Chaz and go dancing at Club Neptune with a woman named Danni. This is such a big decision. Will I find true love? Will I find myself in hospital with an std? Will I be abducted by aliens and crowned Queen of Planet Neptune? Will I skulk home to my roommate Marcy only to find her cuddled up on our living room sofa with John Cusack? Or should I have accepted the dinner invitation I had earlier in the evening, and possibly fallen for a handsome bartender after outrunning restaurant bandits on a stolen motorcycle? Romance is tricky business. I don’t know what to do.