Whatever Happened To Romance?
K. T. Edwards
Author Bio
K. T. Edwards is the author of the humorous non-fiction narrative “Whatever Happened To Romance?”
K.T. Edwards discovered her passion for writing at the tender age of five, when she began documenting her musings on the boys she had crushes on. She later pursued her love of writing by graduating from Ryerson University in Toronto, Canada with a degree in Media Production and English.
After graduation, K. T. Edwards landed a job writing advice articles for women who were looking for love. A year later she was approached by a publisher to write a self-help book but turned it down as she had yet to figure out the key to finding a Prince Charming that wasn’t completely deranged. After five years of writing down notes in her phone from bad dates, to her thoughts on modern love she decided to transform all that she had learned and experienced into a book.
K. T. Edwards believes that the dating game is harder than it’s ever been but that true love does still exist. Sometimes it takes a lot of wrong decisions before you find your Mr. Right.
K. T. Edwards, is currently located in Toronto, Canada, where she lives with her boyfriend and no longer brings home stray men. Being an animal activist, she brings home stray dogs instead.
Description
A hilarious book capturing one woman’s quest for old-fashioned love in a modern world!
Texting, Sexting, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Online Dating, Skype- all of these things expose us to more options than we’ve ever had before. And yet somehow, finding “The One” is harder than it has ever been. So how exactly do you find that elusive happily ever after?
K. T. Edwards sets out to discover just that. From dating unavailable men, to dating men who are too available, K. T.’s journey to find “The One” is an extremely relatable one that will leave you in stitches from laughing so hard.
Whatever Happened To Romance? chronicles the real life dating mishaps of author K.T. Edwards as she searches for her Prince Charming- one questionable decision at a time. When your twenties are spent in two states of mind: drunk and hungover. The path to meeting The One can often be obstructed by lowered inhibitions, “learning experiences,” and very bad men.
Whatever Happened To Romance? is a hilarious collection of true stories depicting exactly what it is like to be a modern-day single girl. Each event in the book is very real! Although, some of the inner dialogue and conversations are satirized as a means to properly demonstrate how twisted the dating world has truly become. It’s an honest, witty look at modern dating that will have you nodding your head in agreement along the way. Too often, K. T. finds herself trusting the wrong man with her heart and it is a story all of us are familiar with.
Finally a book that takes an unapologetic look at what it means to be a woman in the dating world and doesn’t make you feel bad about your sometimes, questionable decisions. K. T. Edwards believes that the dating game is harder than it’s ever been but that true love does still exist. Sometimes it takes a lot of wrong decisions before you find your Mr. Right.
This book is for, anyone who has ever looked for love, or has finally found it! Join K. T. Edwards as she discovers true love for the first time and the steps that she must take to get there.
Book excerpt
“He’s dead? Since when!?” I asked my mom in horror, fervently hoping that she was misinformed.
“Almost twenty years ago, sweetie. You weren’t even born yet.” She was using that sweet, consoling voice that all mothers adopt when they need to address a stupid question. I looked up at her in wide-eyed disbelief, a scrawny six-year-old, thinking that my life was over, as I knew it.
I had just finished watching Elvis Presley in Viva Las Vegas for the third time and informed my mother that one day I would like to marry him. Naturally, somewhere between his impeccable dance moves and intoxicating singing voice, I had fallen in love. I learned the lyrics to all of his songs and imagined what it would be like to hold his hand as he sang to me. But, as luck would have it, the year was already 1995.
I guess you could say unavailable men appealed to me from a young age.
Fortunately, that fateful day, I learned my lesson not to fall for men that are already dead. Unfortunately, however, I was not as clever about telling the difference between an available man and an unavailable one.
Fast forward, sixteen years and here I am, still looking for all of the answers.
It’s Saturday; girl’s night. For my group of friends, that means dancing, drinking, and bonding. That is, until we ditch each other at first sight of a decent-looking piece of meat.
I’m Kate. A twenty-two year old living in downtown Toronto with my three-years older, but not-so much wiser sister Alexis. We’re the proud owners of a hippie-on-crack inspired two-bedroom apartment that is located in a relatively nice neighborhood (if you can overlook the drug dealers and hookers that often frequent the corner). Regrettably, dealing with deranged individuals has become the norm for me. I am a waitress at a nightclub called Dom and wading my way through the dating jungle.
A warm summer breeze passes through the night air as my sister Alexis, my best friend, Olivia, and I climb into a taxi, eager to stumble upon our next adventure. This is the first time in two years that we’re all single, so we want to celebrate our independence by meeting new men. I‘ve just ended something very messy with a commitment-phobic guy that I was casually dating, on-and-off, for three years. Well, as casual as a relationship can be when you dream of a future with him and spend every day together one month. And then the next month find yourself sobbing into your mascara-stained pillow after a night of binge drinking because once again the relationship failed to flourish. On-and-off again relationships are exhausting. But I’m done acting as Adam’s safety net. It’s Saturday night, I’m happily single, and ready to reenter the dating world.
Per usual, our provocative outfits have instantly granted us free entry into our favorite bar. Everybody knows the cardinal rule for a bar to make money is to put scantily clad young women in front of deluded men.