We Should Hang Out Sometime: Embarrassingly, a True Story

Let's start this off with: I have never read a book worse than this one. I thought that the reviews I read must have been too harsh and that they had read too much into certain sections of the book. Sadly, I'm wrong. We Should Hang Out Sometime: Embarrassingly, a True Story is about Josh Sundquist's trouble with dating. He interviews past crushes and quasi-girlfriends to figure out why their relationships never got anywhere. Sounds interesting but creepy right?

Here are a few issues with this book.

1. “Ani DiFranco's songs, as it turns out, are best described as guitar picking played as background music while Ani, an angry, dreadlocked feminist lesbian, spouts diatribes against men. The music created that perfect mood of politically charged man-hating that I always go for on a first date. Ladies, if you're looking to start a date off right, you can't go wrong with Ani.”

2. “If I really want to find you on Facebook, no number of privacy settings is going to stop me. So it was with Francesca Marcelo. It required a lot of searching and no finding, and then searching for her friends and friends of friends from high school, friending them, then scrolling through their friends for the Fs. Eventually I found her: Francesca Marcelo.”

3. In a day dream, Josh says: ‘“Son, do you know how fast you were going?” the cop would say. I would set my jaw and look him squarely in the eye.
“With all due respect, sir,” I would say. “Right now I think my girlfriend needs my warm embrace more than the Commonwealth of Virginia needs my money.” The cop would see from my heroic expression that the only way to stop me would be to shoot me in the face. Then his hardened heart would melt in the light of my undying love.
“Follow me,” he'd say. He would get in his car and escort me with lights flashing and sirens blazing. We'd blow stop signs and traffic lights. When I got to Evelyn's driveway, I'd skid sideways, the back of my car whipping into her garage door and knocking it off its hinges so I could get inside faster. I'd run inside through the now open garage and find her curled up in bed, crying. At the sight of me, she would jump into my arms.'

REALLYYYYYYY?!