Warning: Not A Love Story - Hughes, Rayana S.
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Waverly has had it with romantic rejection. There's only so much failure one woman can take, especially when every date Waverly has ever been on has resulted in her own tumultuous demise. She decides to take the phrase: "wallow in self-pity," to a whole new level. Prepare to be provided with a detailed and admittedly slightly embellished recounting of every time she was rejected or disrespected by a guy starting from age seven. Love is a game that Waverly keeps losing, and milkshakes are not solving her problems. Strap in, this journey reeks of incompetent men and even more incompetent…mehr

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Waverly has had it with romantic rejection. There's only so much failure one woman can take, especially when every date Waverly has ever been on has resulted in her own tumultuous demise. She decides to take the phrase: "wallow in self-pity," to a whole new level. Prepare to be provided with a detailed and admittedly slightly embellished recounting of every time she was rejected or disrespected by a guy starting from age seven. Love is a game that Waverly keeps losing, and milkshakes are not solving her problems. Strap in, this journey reeks of incompetent men and even more incompetent circumstances. Excerpt from the book: Most of my childhood, I struggled with understanding that there was a time and place for everything. I thought that point A led to point B and so on, that I would find my soulmate before my real chapter began. I figured it wouldn't be hard to find a guy I believed checked all my boxes. But the truth is, I spent a lot of time liking guys who just didn't have the capacity to like me back. It was as if I went for the guys I knew could never see me for me, and I was afraid that if I met a guy who did like every part of me, it would be too good to be true. I allowed myself to get disappointed time and time again because I figured, "Hey, at least they were real." I ignored all their flaws and decided that the way I imagined them was the way they were in real life. But the worst part was that these guys were not bad wolves. They were normal people doing normal things, displaying real emotions. But I expected them to read my mind, to know my thoughts, to know the way I wanted them to act. And just like that, I wanted them to make it happen for me-for us.