This is one of the longest bet/deal I’ve read in a book, and it makes in interesting. I mean, what a commitment!
Men of the Year by Colleen McMillan released in October in the Women’s Fiction/ Romantic Comedy genre.
Cassie doesn’t want your pity. She doesn’t want your sympathy. And she certainly doesn’t want to date you.
When perpetually single Cassie McTiernan agrees to her friends’ online dating scheme, she thinks she’ll go on maybe two dates then bail before things get uncomfortable. She’s turning 30; might as well give it a shot, right? Little does she know that they’ve devised a contract, binding her to date one man per month for one year. Sure, if she finds Mr. Right she doesn’t have to complete their challenge. How hard could dating be?
Jumping through an increasingly long list of hoops, Cassie realizes that she might have to endure the entire torturous year with twelve strange men beside her. What could go wrong? Why does her first date need two cellphones? And is the man who broke her heart years before lurking behind that shadowy bush?
This is a journal of my dating scene exploits, a kingdom I have not visited in three years. I should count the wasted years with Pete, but since I was technically in a relationship I was off the market. Why does dating make you feel like a fish market display? They catch you, chop off your unnecessary parts and put the tender bits on display at a set price. If no one chooses you it’s off to the garbage can.
I’m nervous and fidgety getting ready. What do I wear? Should I curl my hair? Put it up or leave it down? Which lipstick goes with this eye shadow? Oh God, it clashes with my silk top, now there’s a wardrobe crisis! Nothing in the closet looks good enough for a date. Why did I buy that ugly sweater? Why did I keep those jeans when I knew I’d never wear them again? Did my mother hand those shoes down to me?
I don’t remember it being this difficult.
Why is it that when you’re preparing to meet someone new you notice all the little things about yourself that you hate, like that permanent zit near your left tear duct or that one stray arm hair that grows the opposite direction? My freckles make me look like some kind of red-haired jungle cat. I’m too fat, too pale, too old, and too short. Every negative shoves its way to the brain’s forefront and squabbles for attention.
About the Author
Colleen may be a writer, but she’s also a dater. Many of the events in this novel happened to her or someone she knows, both male and female. Who hasn’t felt the harsh slap of an unanswered email on Match.Harmony.Fishing.com? Who hasn’t narrowly avoided an oncoming mouth with its tongue sticking out and drool tendrils forming in the corners? She wrote this novel because her fellow online daters needed a voice, or at least a fun read to get them through the day after their online crush quit the website because he “found someone else.” She has been published in Iconoclast literary magazine as well as in her college literary journal, Prologue. She lives in Minnesota with her faithful cat, Duncan.
REASON FOR WRITING THIS PARTICULAR NOVEL
by Colleen McMillan
My love life is disastrous, mainly because it’s nonexistent. What dates I did go on in my twenties went well enough, or so I thought. After a long string of first dates with men who weren’t too keen on my opinions once we actually met in person, I wondered if my other friends were having the same issues. Hint: they were. This was before rampant “dick pics” emerged, and most online dating sites were pay only. I signed up for Plenty of Fish, a free matchmaker site my friend recommended, which was an even bigger school of sharks masquerading as tropical fish. I had a terrible relationship stemming from that site, which prompted me to finish the little novel I’d been working on for years.
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