"Talking dirty" is a stereotypically male province, but here Details columnist Radakovich sets out to prove "girls" can do it too. This is hardly a revelation to most women, but then these tales of the author's own life as a single woman in search of lust and love in the 1990s were plainly written with a male audience in mind. Radakovich's purpose seems to be at once to educate men about the disjunction between female stereotypes and real women and to provide voyeuristic titillation by inviting readers to follow the minutiae of her sexual, and sometimes her scatological, activity. Her writing is uneven--pieces range from amusing and insightful to rambling and banal. For example, it should come as no surprise to anyone that you're not likely to meet Mr. Right through the personals or on a singles cruise, but Radacovich records her own negative experiences with these and other mate-seeking endeavors in lengthy, all-too-familiar detail. And the collection as a whole doesn't cohere except in the loosest sense. But Radakovich's insistence that it's okay for women to be as gleefully prurient as men can be and that men shouldn't feel threatened by such behavior is a point well taken and the book is a quick and sometimes very funny read.