Spy Guy

On February 14th I told my girlfriend I was writing a book. Or at least that I was about to. Now it’s September and I haven’t done that. Not in any cohesive way. There are fragments in my notes and in my head but I can’t fight the feeling that nobody wants to hear about a barely-fictionalized version of myself teaching barely-fictionalized versions of my friends how to manipulate barely-fictionalized girls. Because that’s mostly what the book would be. 

Spy Guy is a Sensitive Young Man who runs an anonymous remote small business in which he uses google-glass-type technology to lead hopeless bachelors through IRL dates. The book is laced with super awesome hilarious commentary and barely-fictionalized anecdotes which explain how spy guy became so knowledgeable in this discipline. 

He has very few friends. Either he’s keeping this work from his girlfriend or he doesn’t have one. I never decided. He "works" from home, spending more and more company time doing Spy Guy stuff instead, eventually he gets fired, doesn’t even care. Feels nothing. He’s making enough money being a professional vouyer anyways. 

Maybe he learns some lesson about honesty blah blah blah and he comes out to people about what he’s been up to and they all throw a fit and shame him, leave him, but that’s okay because he was only pretending to like everyone anyway. I don't know if any of this makes sense. I don’t know if anyone cares. Do you like it? It’s the book i’ve been dilligently not working on for the past 6 months.