The Year Of YES

Recently, Tugcen aka Puppy recommended a book to me. It’s been ages since I picked up a book. The last book I picked up was "When in Rome". Unfortunately I didn’t finish reading this book as I lost it. I couldn’t be bothered paying another $30 for another copy so I’m hoping it will turn up one day.

So I decided to buy the book she was talking about since it sounded quite entertaining when she spoke of it.

"The year of yes" by Maria Headley is a true story of a girl living in New York City searching for the perfect guy. A quest to find a man she can stand for longer than a couple of hours. She decides not to leave her love life up to fate by going out with everyone who asked her out. Opening her heart and mind to the possibility that her perfect match might be the person she least expected. Within the year she starts to date homeless men, taxi drivers, a Microsoft millionaire who still lived with his mother, a 70 year old who only spoke Spanish and even a couple of women.

Currently I am still at the beginning of the book where she starts to date her plumber who’s like twice her age. Her rule is that she can’t object any offers if they actually ask her out.

One of my favorite paragraphs so far is:

In my travels around the city, about ten guys a day offered me everything from wedding rings to highly specific pornographic solicitations. Sometimes I got weirder offers, too. While I’d been dating Donatello, I’d agreed to be an extra in his student film. This had entailed a 4:30am walk to a bar on Avenue D, during which I’d heard, from behind me, a mysterious chirpy sound. It turned out to be the inhabitant of an aluminum bagel cart, trying to get my attention in order to gift me with a cream cheese schmear. I’d crossed the street to evade him, but he’d chased me, waving a bag of bagels.

"Baby doll! Baby doll! My coffee is the best in New York! I wanna give you a present! You don’t need a present? I got bialys, you don’t like bagels! I got danishes sweetheart!"

"I’m not hungry," I’d said walking faster.

"Baby doll! You can’t turn down my pastry," he’d yelled, his bagel cart teetering as it built up speed.

"Yeah U can", I’d said and then sprinted to the bar, barely escaping him.

It seemed that I exuded some sort of pheromone that caused strangers to stop whatever they were doing and follow me home.