Review "Phil never ceases to make me laugh with his writing." -- Faith"Phil is, by his own admission, a little relationship dysfunctional. What I like about this book, in addition to being fun and quite witty, is that he's honest about this." -- RJ"I absolutely loved this book ... His writings are hilarious and random." -- Karma"Don't be prudish; it's f**king funny!" -- MJ Product Description Do you know an ...Täielik kirjeldus
Review "Phil never ceases to make me laugh with his writing." -- Faith"Phil is, by his own admission, a little relationship dysfunctional. What I like about this book, in addition to being fun and quite witty, is that he's honest about this." -- RJ"I absolutely loved this book ... His writings are hilarious and random." -- Karma"Don't be prudish; it's f**king funny!" -- MJ Product Description Do you know any nice guys? Perhaps you're married to or good friends with one. Well, consider the possibility that this nice guy is so frustrated with his relationship failures that he needs to vent to keep from turning into a bad boy with anger issues. Then, try not to spit hot coffee as you read his sarcastic rants about why men and women don't seem to fit. From the Author I'm still single, but I'm not bitter ... much. From the Back Cover Accolades for What a Nice GuyEx-girlfriend from January: I met Phil in a bar. Shocker, huh. He lives in a freaking bar. Anyway, he's somewhat entertaining, but he needs to do something about his fur. Ex-girlfriend from February: You'd think by the time a man is fifty he'd have his act together. Nope. Phil still acts like a teenager. Sometimes that's not so bad, actually. Ex-girlfriend from March: An ex-friend of mine set me up with Phil. We screwed like rabbits for a month until my boss pointed out that Phil was documenting it on Facebook. What a dick! Ex-girlfriend from April: When I introduced Phil to my folks, they were charmed by him. Pop brought out the fine wine. Mom made her famous lasagna. Phil never called me again. Ex-girlfriend from May: I swear Phil's friends were his playground buddies back in grade school. All they do is sit around a bar, talking about boobs and baseball. Ex-girlfriend from June: I warned him not to write about me. He lied. He had better not be lying about his vasectomy. Symon (Phil's ginger cat): I am not a goddamn ginger. I know Syd put Pop up to this. That bastard! Syd's just jealous because I have more followers (@SymonTorcivia) than he does. Syd (Phil's jive kitten): Your followers are stupid. Mine (@SydTorcivia) are aristo-cats. Also, you are too a ginger and everyone knows gingers get even fewer dates than Pop does. About the Author Torcivia is a divorced man who transplanted himself from Pennsylvania into the treacherous dating pool in Southern California. His feline companions, Syd and Symon, share his home in San Diego and an occasional dish of leftover tuna. Torcivia loves nothing better than bellying up to the bar with his favorite social lubrication (wine) and watching the bizarre mating rituals of the locals, which he translates into humorous essays. He has been single long enough to be involved in a few train wrecks of his own, admitting that he's "one relationship disaster away from a third cat."