Another pseudo-psychological potboiler from that friendly lady who brought us Men Are Just Desserts and Smart Cookies Don't Crumble. This time the quest is for the perfect relationship--the tonic for an age in which everyone is too busy to invest more than just lip service to commitment. Friedman grasps at a lack of self-esteem in many women as the cause that leads them to gravitate to seven loser types of men. They are, roughly, ""The Boss"" (a bully of sorts); ""the Shark"" (dashing, but never lets you get too close); ""the Golden Boy"" (who plays on his vulnerability to seek a woman's unconditional love); ""the Shadow"" (a master of neutrality, in which he finds a shield from emotional pain); ""the Banker"" (the workaholic who weighs and measures everything); ""the Loser"" (who has a million excuses for his failures); and ""the Blaster"" (who believes that he can't rely on anyone and sets his temper afire when he sets himself up to be right). Trouble is, there's a little bit of each type in every man. The unremarkable common-sense filling here is paltry indeed and will satiate few. The culinary cuteness of the title, however, should make it a draw, but for all the fuss, a stale crust.