Her mother, sister and friends (?) fear spinsterhood may be thirty-year-old Whitney Blake's fate. And while she doesn't believe she'll be weaving tablecloths, Whitney wonders if Mr. Right will ever arrive.
Deciding to be more proactive, Whitney starts a journal, stating her goals: "This month--Lose two pounds (sensibly). GET ORGANIZED. Start by cleaning closets. Have friends over for dinner. Pray more, obsess less."
It must be working--suddenly there are several men in Whitney's life. But are any of them marriage material, or is "fabulous, single, Christian man" an oxymoron?