He’s not a douchebag;
but that doesn’t stop his friends from
turning him into one.
MY FRIENDS WANT ME TO GET LAID.
So much so that they plastered my ugly mug all over campus, in bold printed letters:
Are you the lucky lady who’s going to break our roommate’s cherry?
Him: socially awkward man with average-sized penis looking for willing sexual partner. You: must have pulse. Text him at: 555-254-5551
The morons can’t even spell. And the texts I’ve been receiving are what wet dreams are made of. But I’m not like these douchebags, no matter how hard they try to turn me into one.
THIS ISN’T THE KIND OF ATTENTION I WANT.
One text stands out from hundreds. One number I can’t bring myself to block. She seems different. Hotter, even in black and white.
However, after seeing her in person, I know she’s not the girl for me. But my friends won’t let up—they just don’t get it. Douchebags or not, there’s one thing they’ll never understand: GIRLS DON’T WANT ME.
He’s seated at a table in the far corner when I spot him from the door. He’s not hard to miss—not with his purple t-shirt in a sea of black and yellow, and wavy mussed hair.
He’s slouching, hunched over his table.
My stomach rolls with nerves, nerves that have me rooted to the spot in the doorway, watching him.
For the entire four minutes I stand here, he sits immobile, studying his laptop, eyes moving along the screen, completely transfixed by whatever he’s reading.
“Just go over there,” I whisper to myself, blowing out a puff of pent-up air.
I put one foot in front of the other and begin toward him, spine ramrod straight, steeling myself, prepared for another argument.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” I lay my hand on the back of the wooden chair across from him, intending to pull it out.
He stiffens but doesn’t lift his head. “Yes I mind.”
“Would you mind if I sat at the table next to you?” I’m pushing his buttons, looking for a reaction, but he only spares me a brief glance.
Shrugs. “Free country.”
I bite my lip to hide a smile, glad he didn’t tell me to take a hike…
Oh my damn….. This book absolutely slayed me! Author Sara Ney absolutely made this book her bitch. Seriously, she absolutely killed it!
How To Date A Douche Bag: The Learning Hours is by far my favorite of the series. It didn’t bring profound meaning to my life or leave me on the floor crying but it entertained me, left me smiling, cringing and laughing out loud. This book is by far one of my favorite of the year and will be one I re-read several times over because I’m just that type of person.
Rhett Rabideaux IS NOT a douchebag. He’s also not good looking….. above the neck that is. Rhett knows he’s not good looking, how could he forget with his teammates constantly telling him. But he’s not in college to win a beauty contest, he’s there to wrestle and get good grades. He has no use for social scenes, girls never give him the time of day and not to mention he’s constantly being crapped on by his team for being the “New Guy.” Until the day his team takes it to far and hangs up flyers to get him laid, thinking this will loosen up the new guy. Rhett is an amazing character, plain and simple. He is exactly what you would expect a man to act like, especially one that is always told he’s ugly, insecure and guarded! Never fear though good things happen for our gorgeously un-gorgeous boy.
Laurel Bishop IS A douchebag! She decides to play a joke on Rhett since he needs to get laid. As most things go Laurel gets caught and unfortunately for her does damage from the beginning. Laurel realizes that Rhett is so much more than an unpleasant face and she is going to have to work at instilling confidence back into Rhett where she is concerned! Laurel is gorgeousness and confidence walking on two legs and probably way more than what Rhett can ever handle, but Laurel likes a challenge. Laurel isn’t horrible and like our past douchebags she has her redeeming moments that bring her full circle into a like-able character.
Laurel and Rhett’s story is an “Oh damn” moment time and time again. One that had me completely entertained for the entirety of the book. I highly recommend you pick it up, 1click or whatever it is you do, just do it. Also on another note, even though this is the 3rd book in the series it can be read as a stand alone, however I recommend the entire series!
Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.
She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.