Publisher's Synopsis
Welcome to your sweatpants era. Where we've stopped chasing emotionally unavailable men with curated Spotify playlists and started healing in oversized hoodies, red wine, and "Do Not Disturb" mode.
This book is for every woman who's been ghosted, gaslit, or guilt-tripped by a man who still lives with his ex but swears "it's chill." Through painfully funny stories and unhinged dating profiles, Turns out my Soulmate is Sweatpants and a Taco walks you through the three-alarm dumpster fire known as modern romance:
Candy Apple Red - The charming "deep" guys who know their attachment style but still disappear after Cabo.
Fire Truck Red - The love bombers, emotional freeloaders, and guys who Venmo request you for tacos.
Ghost Pepper Red - The manipulative, dangerous, red flags that come with their own FBI file.
It's part comedy, part cautionary tale, and full permission to delete the apps, block the narcissist, and fall madly in love-with yourself.
Because thriving isn't about getting the guy. It's about lighting a candle, throwing on your coziest sweatpants, and remembering you are the damn prize.
