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A hilarious, razor-sharp look at the mating rituals of the dating species. Lori and Kevin are smart, honest, funny thirtysomething hopeless romantics who--despite their best efforts--are still single. They've seen it all in the dating wars and come back from the front with plenty of emotional scar tissue. Like romance anthropologists, they deconstruct every key moment in the life cycle of a relationship from what the fake purse grab really means when the check comes to who gets "home couch advantage" in couples therapy.
I Love You, Nice to Meet You is a hilarious and eye-opening collection of "anecdates" from a guy and a girl who just want to find the one, but--lucky for you--they haven't. Read more Read less. Kindle Cloud Reader Read instantly in your browser. What digital items do customers buy after viewing this item? Page 1 of 1 Start over Page 1 of 1. Audible Audiobook. Good Enough. Bessel van der Kolk MD. Where the Crawdads Sing.
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The authors, good friends who have never been an item "not now, not then" , provide individual interpretations on the standard fare of relationship topics, but cleverly; chapter titles include "Venue Ask Her Out - Is 'location, location, location' the key to getting a second date? It's a stakeout," make Gottlieb and Bleyer's stiff shots of wisdom go down more like a fizzy summertime cocktail, helping to make the dating game, if not always fun, at least fun to read about.
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Kevin and Lori are generous to old flames well, most of them and unsparing on themselves. But it got replaced by something much funnier--and luckily Lori Gottlieb and Kevin Bleyer are here to describe it. The bad news is it's a book. The good news is, I Love You, Nice to Meet You is very funny, only costs a low one-time fee, and won't call you regularly at 1 a.
Shake up a cosmo for one and enjoy. She lives in Los Angeles, California. He Said. My soul mate broke my f-ing heart. I met her, my supposed "one true love," a few years ago. She was beautiful, and funny, and I just knew it: We were meant to be. Her name was Katrina. Actually, her name wasn't Katrina, but I'll call her that, because by the time our relationship was over, she had devastated me with such hurricane-force brutality my heart involuntarily evacuated my body.
I was romantically MIA for years. Two years, to be exact. Frankly, sometimes I'm still nowhere to be found. But I'm getting ahead of myself. At the beginning, when the first winds of romance were just starting to blow, I was in love with her, and my soul was in love with her soul, and her soul and my soul and she and I double-dated while sailing off the coast of San Diego.
We were, I thought, perfect for each other, and quickly we went from being too nervous to hold each other's hand to being willing to pop the most disgusting pimple on each other's forehead. Our love went from clammy to grotesque, as true love so often does. One beautiful Saturday morning, after setting our course offshore, we hung a hammock from the mast, and as we lay nestled within it, gently buffeted by the rolling Pacific, I had never felt closer to a woman in my life.
Our bodies just. The way the bodies of soul mates should. Sure, it may have had more to do with the fact that her long legs made up the difference in our heights once I even wore her leather pants for a Halloween party , but at the time I preferred to chalk it up to something greater than anatomy. Katrina and I simply.
Within months, we had already discussed marriage and children and who to invite to the wedding and where to live in retirement. Then, feeling flirty one morning, I snuck into her shower naked and began soaping her back. But instead of luxuriating in my touch, she screamed and punched my head into the shower caddy. Uh-oh, I thought. My soul mate wouldn't do that. My soul mate wouldn't respond to my caress with a roundhouse to my temple.
Would she? Oh, she apologized for hurting me. And I apologized for surprising her. So after the stitches came out, I didn't lose the faith. I still clung to the belief that Katrina was my soul mate. After all, there was the hammock, the leather pants, the apology. Then my soul mate embarrassed me in front of my boss.
I had brought my soul mate to an office Christmas party and my soul mate told the guy who signs my paychecks that she didn't think he, as the host of a television show, treated his female guests fairly. Uh-oh, I thought again. Soul mates don't get you fired, do they? I hadn't had a soul mate before, so I wasn't entirely sure, but I suspected that my soul mate wouldn't endanger my livelihood.
Plus, my soul mate started making demands of me. Then my soul mate broke up with me. Soul mates don't break up with you, do they? Three weeks later, after we got back together we were soul mates, after all , my soul mate asked me if it would be all right if she stayed registered with the dating service she had joined during our time apart. She had spent a lot of money on it, she pointed out, and it would be "a waste" to just stop showing up.
I said no. Screw sociology. As the days wore on, sometimes my soul mate seemed like my soul mate, other times she seemed to not even like me that much. I feared that the part of my soul mate who was my soul mate was just one of her many personalities, a few of which flew over the cuckoo's nest. Oh, I wanted it to work, but before I could convene a meeting of her personalities and find a way we could all get along, they apparently assembled without me, took a vote, and the majority ruled that the best plan of action was to break up with me.
A year later, after my soul mate had become engaged and gotten married to someone else, moved to Dublin, gotten pregnant, and delivered twins, I started to lose hope. That's not what soul mates do, I thought. They don't run off, meet a new guy, and start a family within a year of breaking your heart, do they? I considered whether they had a point. Soul mates aren't bullets to be dodged, are they? At the very least, if Katrina was my one true soul mate, then my soul was a masochist.
It's tempting to conclude that I was mistaken, and that Katrina wasn't my soul mate after all. That when it comes to soul mates, either love is blind, or my soul needed Lasik. Yet, there's no denying that I was deeply in love with her, so looking back, I've come to the albeit convenient conclusion that Katrina was, in fact, my soul mate, but that there would be others as well. It may be delusional thinking, but it's necessary for our sanity and therefore, just a little genius.
After all, we hamstring ourselves when we believe we'll only be happy with our perfect match and conclude there's no point in bothering with anyone who doesn't measure up. That the more we keep our mind open, be open to new soul mates, and bounce around the Whitman's Sampler of love, the more likely we'll find something that satisfies.
Try as we might to guarantee we won't be disappointed by what we find, there's no way of knowing if it's what we were hoping for until we take a bite.
After all, I doubt when Alfred Stieglitz fell in love with Georgia O'Keefe, he thought, "Gee, I'm really into southwestern artists with Irish names who paint vaginal flowers. Something like Katrina. She Said. I know women who believe in a soul mate but not in God. Never mind that saying "I want to find my soul mate" is a bit like saying, "I want to find my fairy godmother.
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