katy franklin

Im 30 and single. In the fifteen years Ive been dating, I have noticed a blatant and unfortunate pattern forming. Jerks are drawn to me at an alarming rate, as if being pulled by some invisible, powerful magnet. And I am drawn to them. I frequently find myself in the company of idiotic, selfish, moronic, immature, cheap, cheating, lying, perverted douchebags. And while they may have a few discerning, semi-endearing, semi-reedeming qualities about them, they all have one crucial and critical characteristic in common: they are Jerks. And almost exclusively, I date them.

Jerk Magnet is about my experiences going out with less than desirable men. There is Rob, the irrational, jealous boyfriend, Ricky, the non-commital guy and Kyle, the cheapskate loser. Even Serena is included in the group, my good friend who slept with the guy I was dating.

From Los Angeles to Chicago, working many different jobs, from a Primetime Casting Assistant at a major television network to being a waitress at a Hooters-esque bar, its no secret I struck out big-time in love. But with the help of my best friends, Erin and Natasha, fellow members of the Jerk Magnets Anonymous Club, I met undeniably crazy characters, formed irreplaceable relationships, was taught to face every situation with grace, humility and humor...and most importantly, learned to laugh at myself and just (barely) survive the world of dating jerks.