Nice Knowing You

Are you single? Divorced or widowed, perhaps? Are you having your second, third, or fourth go at soul mate searching? Me too!Do you look around at paired-up peeps and wonder why you haven’t been picked yet? Or, as I have learned, do you acknowledge the happy couple and snicker silently because you know where they’re heading?In the eight years since my divorce, I’ve gone on hundreds of dates. Now, I could consider that a problem, which I should have taken responsibility for after failure, say, number twenty. On the other hand, I can see it as a natural process for someone with such discerning tastes. Either way, if I don’t vent about my struggle I’m going to cramp up and need a new jacket and rubber walls.So, come with me on my little journey here in my sixth book on the subject. (There’s no end in sight.) I must warn you that I enjoy swearing and writing about sex. You’re going to see the F-word quite a few times in the following pages. If that ultra-flexible word is going to leave a bruise, put the fucking book down now. If it tickles you, follow me into hell in a wine bottle.

Torcivia is a divorced man who transplanted himself from Pennsylvania into the treacherous dating pool in Southern California. His feline companions, Syd and Symon, share his home in San Diego and an occasional dish of leftover tuna. Torcivia loves nothing better than bellying up to the bar with his favorite social lubrication (wine) and watching the bizarre mating rituals of the locals, which he translates into humorous essays. He has been single long enough to be involved in a few train wrecks of his own, admitting that he’s ＂one relationship disaster away from a third cat.＂