Taking the Arabian Nights concept a little too seriously

You know, I realize that there are all sorts of people, and all sorts of ways to get published. But this, frankly, seems a bit much:

Think you could write a book about your lousy love life?

Suzanne Schlosberg did just that, recounting the tale of her three-year, eight-month, and 23-day-long dry spell in “The Curse of the Singles Table: A True Story of 1001 Nights Without Sex,” just released from Warner Books.

Not that Schlosberg intentionally set out to become the “Cal Ripken of celibacy,” as her friends took to calling her. It just sort of happened. There was a break-up, followed by a string of bad dates, followed by a bit of reassessment and then more bad dates and suddenly, the weeks turned into months into years — and the years turned into something that Schlosberg began to refer to as The Streak. Only this one didn’t prompt cheers from adoring fans.

Well, no, I guess it probably wouldn’t.

Of course, Schlosberg’s, um, futility only made her more determined and aggressive. And naturally, she’s giving advice for others on the same frustrating path:

“I don’t advocate going 1,000 days without sex, but I do think there’s something to be said for being picky,” she said. “It’s a good thing to have high standards and to hold out for somebody — he doesn’t have to be Mr. Perfect, just Mr. Perfect-For-You.”

Of course, for those who simply take a path of least resistance approach (read: too damn lazy) to interpersonal relationships, well, we’re sorry–no book deal for you.