E book dating and sex for nerds and nice guys

09-Aug-2015 05:44 by 5 Comments

E book dating and sex for nerds and nice guys

I didn't feel compelled to impress him; he seemed to genuinely like my apartment, my books, my soup..me.We laughed easily and kissed each other good night.

Outwardly, I told myself I was having fun and it was just a matter of time before someone wanted to settle down; inside, I started to worry that I wasn't lovable or exciting enough. He'd recently emerged from a divorce and onto a dating site where I'd been lurking.

need to be the Brazilian in your relationship." By that, she meant I needed a solid guy I could rely on. She had a point, but the kind of guy she described sounded so boring I figured I'd be better off getting a dog. I passed over his profile, which depicted an earnest guy with bright blue-gray eyes wearing an old Guatemalan sweater. There were no witty phrases in his e-mails, no sense that he was teetering on that razor's edge between genius and madness.

Unconvinced of his romantic potential, I invited him over for soup, less a date than a get-together with an old friend.

From the moment he walked in, I felt like he'd been sitting in my living room forever.

I recently came across a photo of a sexy Brazilian man I had an affair with a few years ago.

(OK, I Googled him.) When I saw his sly smile and unruly black hair, I couldn't help thinking that, by comparison, my live-in boyfriend wasn't quite as darkly seductive or exciting.

I met the Brazilian in line for a film screening while visiting Manhattan from San Francisco.I was convinced I'd found my ideal man: intellectual, witty, artistic, and .We spent a passionate week together, and when I left town, I thought I was leaving behind a new long-distance boyfriend—one who, it turned out, didn't like to call or e-mail..I thought our fling was the start of a relationship; he thought it was a fling, period. I would fall for a brilliant guy with an irresistible smile who never quite fell for me but who possessed all the qualities I liked in a man: a sense of humor, certified smarts, smoldering looks.Each time, these men—dashing chefs, moody architects—would give me just enough attention to keep me in their narcissistic orbit.Whether or not they'd ever call was just part of the thrill, always keeping me on edge.