I wrote this many months ago, while stuck in an airport bar. Posting this is as motivation for me to actually get my shit together and write more. Maybe even a book. Would you read it?
Hello. Greetings. And Welcome.
If you’re reading this, then you already know.
I wrote a book.
Or at least I wrote a preface to a book.
I’m not actually sure what a preface is, or even how to write a book for that matter, but I thought this sounded like a good place to start. I just know that some books have prefaces? And if I’m going to write a book, it should have one of those too. I also hope this book had some type of cover page? With a picture of me riding a great white shark as it’s leaping out of the water over a boat filled with attractive girls in bikini’s that have the same shared impressed expression on their faces. Or, or maybe just a simple solid blue cover page. Either way, I guess I can figure that out later after I actually write the book.
So why a book you ask? Great question, I don’t know. I’m not a writer, I hate reading and I’m barely literate. Because it seemed like the thing to do? Because I have a blog about being single, and people don’t hate it? Because there are much deeper topics I want to write about that I can’t really capture in a stupid online blog about being pathetically single? Or maybe it’s to make a few bucks from selling this garbage to my friends? It’s kind of all the above, but mostly because I bought a good website name and thought that would be a great title for a book, if I ever wrote one.
Yeah, that’s right, the book is called “Nice Guy Finishes First”. It’s the story of me. Or at least I hope it will be. It’s a classic tale of your average nice guy and his quest to find epic, amazing, life changing love, in his 20’s, 30’s and hopefully not 40’s. I know it sounds like a romance novel, but I promise you, it’s a comedy. A hilarious, fucking, comedy. Well at least to this point. Where is this point? Well, right now, at this very moment, I’m 3 beers deep at a T.G.I. Friday’s at the Dallas Fort Worth airport, because my flight has been delayed for the 2nd time, and it looks like I may never be making it back home to San Diego. I’m 30. Single. And I just got out of THE 2 year relationship that should have been “The One”, but turns out, it wasn’t. I have no prospects, and no idea when, where and how I’m going to find this epic, amazing, crazy love that I want and deserve. This book, will hopefully be that journey. So I’m starting to write bits and pieces as I go along, hopefully this book ends as expected, and we all get the love we deserve. Hopefully it’s more than just slapping my blog content into the book, but adding deeper shit. I don’t know what that deeper shit is, just yet, but I bet I can come up with something. Or maybe not. Maybe this book will just be a collection of my blogs. At least I got this preface.
Because all good books start at fucking T.G.I. Fridays at the DFW airport.
This book is dedicated to my ex-girlfriends, future ex-girlfriends, and the person I eventually ended up with.
IF, I published this book, and I’m still single, this book is dedicated to my 12 cats.Sign up here to get my book for FREE!