I was the poster child for someone who would attract and yes, date dysfunctional males. Send me your poor, emotionally and geographically unavailable, huddled masses, yearning for credit, co-dependency, or just yearning to break free (probably from prison). Yes, send them to me. I will pick up the pieces or end up in pieces trying to do so. Why this had become the norm for me, I still had yet to figure out. Giulianas thirties were mired by her boozy romantic debacles. From sociopath swindlers and drug addicts, to pothead-surfers and commitment phobes, she wondered why she always seemed to attract such types. Why was she the poster child for girls who dated dysfunctional guys? She certainly wasnt purposely seeking these winners out? Or was she? Hiding Boys in Bathrooms reads with love, humor, and heartache, as you follow the romantic mishaps of a girl who seems to find love in all the wrong places.