Cheryl is an organized person—or at least, that is how she sees herself. After all, thanks to her self-invented system for managing daily life—which involves eliminating unnecessary trips around the house, forgoing dishes by eating directly out of pots and pans, and reading books while standing at the shelf rather than letting them clutter her apartment—she has her life completely under control. Yet this obsession with self-control cannot mask the emotional void in her life; even in her early forties, she still doesn't quite understand what love feels like. In her fantasies, she carries on a highly erotic affair with Philipp, an executive at the company where she works (a firm that distributes self-defense videos for women); however, this old geezer is himself infatuated with a woman far too young for him—and, of all people, he turns to Cheryl via obscene text messages to ask for her permission regarding this romance. Consequently, it comes as an understandably seismic shock when Clee suddenly moves in with her—a woman half Cheryl’s age, with long blonde hair, smelly feet, and a demeanor that is, to put it mildly, quite uninhibited. At first, she merely sprawls out on the sofa; before long, however, she calls Cheryl’s entire life into question: Is it possible that she has actually fallen in love with this woman?