Imagine a dream in which the Master of the Universe says to a young man: “Here is a female candy store. Walk in. The door is open. Enjoy as many different colored and flavored sweets as you want, for as long as you want. The lids are off all the jars — help yourself to all the goodies.” Well, for this man, that dream came true, in the boom-boom 1990’s, when I was picked by Cosmopolitan Magazine as a “Bachelor of The Month.”
I lived every man’s fantasy, receiving thousands of letters from women around the world, frilly lingerie, naked pictures, a plethora of flower bouquets, books, more mix tapes than I could count, and many invitations making it abundantly clear that if we met in person, there would be a “happy ending” on the first date, right out of the gate. What human animal with a pair of testicles and a will to live could possibly say, “No?”
My literary agent, at the time, said: “My god, man, Sigmund Freud asked: ‘What do women really want?’ You have a golden opportunity to find out! Whatever you do — take notes.”
I did (copiously), and the book you now hold in your hands (thank you) describes the wild sex, surreal hilarity, mystical guidance from an Alaskan totem goddess, a black eye, and the deep wisdom I learned from an amazing assortment of what is the very best of this world: women.
Buckle-up, open your mind — and enjoy the ride.
— Michael Modzelewski