I read this book too late. The landscape of modern romance has already changed in the time since this was published --it feels outdated in not discussing issues of consent at all.

There's also the issue that aziz ansari himself became a much more complicated figure after he was accused of sexual assault. It was hard to enjoy this, I couldn't stop thinking about him as a possible sexual predator. Which is a huge problem in a book in which he discusses his own dating amd sexual history.

The third problem is that the book isn't funny. I don't necessarily expect nonfiction about sociology to be funny, but if you're going to try you'd better succeed, and here the humor just fizzled.