Not a romance, but a warning. The laugh-out-loud memoir that turns terrible boyfriends into can’t-put-down stories.
A brutally funny, painfully honest queer breakup memoir about red flags, dating disasters, and the messy road to self-respect.
When Aleks Filmore opened the apps, he wasn't looking for material but he just kept finding it. The Gambler who “borrowed” his credit card. A conspiracy theorist who explained love with chemtrails. The Ghoster who texted “u up?” after ten silent days. Twenty-five chapters, twenty-five cautionary tales you’ll want to read to the group chat.
Readers call it “raw, razor-sharp, and unexpectedly healing,” praising how humor and vulnerability walk hand-in-hand from first page to last.
If you’ve ever laughed through tears, turned a breakup into a punchline, or stared at your phone wondering Was it me?, this memoir answers back: it wasn’t, and it still makes a great story.
Listen. Join the chaos. Reclaim the joke.
