The Curse of the Singles Table
Chapter One
One Thousand Days
I could tell you that I came to the most remote corner of Arctic
Russia because of an interest in life on the tundra in the
post-Soviet era. Except it wouldn't be true. The reason I'm here is
that I have gone one thousand forty-four days without sex.
Let me clarify: I did not come to Provideniya to get laid. That
would be like traveling to North Dakota for Ethiopian food. There
are maybe forty single guys in this town, and it appears that the
majority are border guards wearing the type of oversized sunglasses
last seen on Starsky and Hutch. Not a good look, really.
The truth is, I came to Provideniya-a near ghost town of crumbling
concrete with no cafes, no hotels, not even hot running
water-because it seemed like the perfect place to commemorate my One
Thousand Days. My own personal New Millennium.
The fact that I ... read full excerpt from The Curse of the Singles Table: A True Story of 1001 Nights Without Sex ebook
