The Over-Educated Nympho

I gotta say, that’s one helluva delightful fucked-up title for a book on dating. I like the book already. And I haven’t even seen the good stuff.

This morning the cartoonist of a strip called “Girls & Sports” contacted me about a book he co-authored, called The Girls & Sports Dating and Relationships Playbook: Opening Lines, Pinky Probes, and L-Bombs. He’s sending me a copy so I can read it (weeeee!!! how fun!!) and write up a review.

Now don’t call me a sell-out. I checked out the site and read enough of the stuff to make sure I genuinely liked the material. I did. And now I’m jumping up and down and unhappily waiting for the book to get here in a couple days. If the book didn’t interest me, I would have either ignored his email or sent him a polite response, and this interaction would undoubtedly have made it into a cartoon several weeks later.

Besides, I have a soft spot for anyone in the artistic field trying to make it big. Although these guys have an actual book, so well I think in this case I am the pity date, the geeky freshman girl who got asked out by the hunky senior. Hey, I’ll take it. It’s not like I got my first kiss before the age of fifteen.

Here’s an example of their comic strip, and from what I’ve seen the entire book is full of this:

This is one of the reasons I don’t ever meet/date/fuck anyone who knows me online. But then again, it would cut through all that silly “talking” crap and make it easier to get right to bumpin’ uglies…

In that case, why are the cartoon characters at dinner? Only REAL dates get dinner. Myspace meet-ups get one drink to make sure they haven’t gotten fat since the photo on their profile was taken, then you leave and start making out in the parking lot.

I have to say it again. Fucking killer book title. They had me at pinky probes.