My girlfriend and I have been together for nearly 3 months. Jen is a beautiful young woman who teaches math at my alma mater. Yours truly is a simple high school graduate who just happens to be an author. Why, do you ask, is she with me, when she could have any guy she wants?
The answer: Because I read.
Yep. That's right. It's not because of money or how many degrees I have on my wall (looks at the barren wall). I read, therefore I am loved.
Guys, let's face it. Women LOVE men who are intelligent. Women LOVE men who read. Women enjoy talking about books, and love to bring their men into a conversation about books. And with the advancement of eReaders into our lives, a guy in possession of an eReader, whether it be Kindle or nook, Sony or Kobo, will have a better chance at scoring a date than a moron who doesn't read.
Imagine it: An idyllic college quad with shade trees and a young man sitting against the trunk. He's reading the newest Sean Sweeney novel on his Kindle. He's not the best looking guy on campus, but he's read the classics -- Cold Altar, for instance -- and enjoys talking about literature. He'd much rather read than go out and get sloshed at a party.
A young woman, about the same age, walks through the quad and sees this young man reading away. She stops and admires him from a distance, wondering what he's reading. She feels the light heft of her own eReader in her backpack. She grins a little and her eyes brighten. She decides to walk up to him.
Her: Hi there.
Him, looking up: Hi... how are you?
Her: I'm great. Whatcha reading? You show me yours and I'll show you mine. *winks*
Him, feeling his heart accelerate a tad: Excuse me?
Her, blushing: Your eReader. *she pulls out her own*
After a few minutes of gentle conversation about books, she gives him her number. He goes back to his book, reading with a smile on his face.
eReaders will be the new conversation starter, folks. And a guy carrying an eReader will be overwhelmed with digits. Remember: an eReader is small enough to carry in the cargo pocket of your shorts/pants! Instant digit catch, guys.
Your Uncle Seany wouldn't lie.