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Spotting The Kooks

Spotting The Kooks

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Published by Adryenn Ashley
You should know right up front that I’m a reformed brazen hussy. It’s part of what makes me eminently qualified to write this book! For years I sought the emotional roller coaster ride of misbegotten love affairs, jumping from boy to man to man to boy. Yeah. I got around. It’s okay. I own that.
Boy could I pick ‘em. (Not.) I was the girl who believed everything guys told me to get me into bed; I fell for it every single time. Like most children of divorce, I had a picker that was off. Big time. I desperately wanted to trust the men I fell in love with, but I was hopelessly ignorant of their lying, thieving, cheating ways.
I dated some real winners, men who were not what they seemed, men who were broken, men who were full of themselves, men who probably didn’t like me much but still tried to bag me. The pinnacle of losers was the guy who told me he was the VP of a plastics company and turned out to be a drug dealer who, when I moved out, threatened to have me kidnapped, raped, and shipped to Africa to be sold into white slavery. I told you I could pick ‘em.
Every relationship was fated to fail because my priorities were way out of whack. That is, until I finally wised up and got serious about finding a good match.
You should know right up front that I’m a reformed brazen hussy. It’s part of what makes me eminently qualified to write this book! For years I sought the emotional roller coaster ride of misbegotten love affairs, jumping from boy to man to man to boy. Yeah. I got around. It’s okay. I own that.
Boy could I pick ‘em. (Not.) I was the girl who believed everything guys told me to get me into bed; I fell for it every single time. Like most children of divorce, I had a picker that was off. Big time. I desperately wanted to trust the men I fell in love with, but I was hopelessly ignorant of their lying, thieving, cheating ways.
I dated some real winners, men who were not what they seemed, men who were broken, men who were full of themselves, men who probably didn’t like me much but still tried to bag me. The pinnacle of losers was the guy who told me he was the VP of a plastics company and turned out to be a drug dealer who, when I moved out, threatened to have me kidnapped, raped, and shipped to Africa to be sold into white slavery. I told you I could pick ‘em.
Every relationship was fated to fail because my priorities were way out of whack. That is, until I finally wised up and got serious about finding a good match.

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Contents
Introduction .................................................................
Chapter 1
The Agenda ................................................................. 1
Chapter 2
The Baby ..................................................................... 9
Chapter 3
The Big Spender .......................................................... 19
Chapter 4
The Buddy ................................................................. 27
Chapter 5
The Clinger ................................................................ 37
Chapter 6
The Control Freak ....................................................... 47
Chapter 7
The Cyber Citizen ....................................................... 57
Chapter 8
The Doom and Gloom .................................................. 65
Chapter 9
The Grifter ................................................................ 75
Chapter 10
The Guru .................................................................. 85
Chapter 11
The Loafer ................................................................. 93
Chapter 12
The Lost ................................................................. 101
Chapter 13
The Love Lover ......................................................... 109
Chapter 14
The Narcissist ........................................................... 117
Chapter 15
The Neatnik ............................................................. 127
Chapter 16
The Solo Artist .......................................................... 137
Chapter 17
The Threesome ......................................................... 145
Chapter 18
The Unavailable ........................................................ 155
Chapter 19
The 12-Stepper ......................................................... 165
Chapter 20
The Kook In You ....................................................... 175
Chapter 21
The Venue Menu ....................................................... 177
Chapter 22
Certified Kook Spotter ................................................ 187
 
DRAFT
Introduction
You should know right up front that I’m a reformed brazen hussy.It’s part of what makes me eminently qualified to write this book! For yearsI sought the emotional roller coaster ride of misbegotten love affairs, jumping from boy to man to man to boy. Yeah. I got around. It’s okay. Iown that.Boy could I pick ‘em. (Not.) I was the girl who believed everythingguys told me to get me into bed; I fell for it
every single time
. Like most chil-dren of divorce, I had a picker that was off. Big time. I desperately wanted totrust the men I fell in love with, but I was hopelessly ignorant of their lying,thieving, cheating ways.I dated some real winners, men who were not what they seemed,men who were broken, men who were full of themselves, men who probably didn’t like me much but still tried to bag me. The pinnacle of losers was theguy who told me he was the VP of a plastics company and turned out to be adrug dealer who, when I moved out, threatened to have me kidnapped,raped, and shipped to Africa to be sold into white slavery. I told you I couldpick ‘em.Every relationship was fated to fail because my priorities were way out of whack. That is, until I finally wised up and got serious about finding agood match.Tired of dating losers, I decided to go for broke and went on onehundred dates in thirty days, which basically meant I scheduled a date for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for an entire month. Despite the factthat I hated dating, I dove in with gusto. Working my dates like an assembly line, I got clear about my expectations. I had no choice; with so many dates,

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