The stories you will read in this book are illustrative examples, not based on specific events or people. No matter what anyone might think, they are not transparent attempts to publicly mock our friends, enemies, or exes.
(However, we’re not going to say the thought didn’t cross our minds.)
—Greg and Liz
The publishers of He’s Just Not That Into You asked us if we wanted to write another chapter or add anything to the book for future editions. My response was, “Are you kidding me? It’s perfect.” But then I reconsidered my position. Do I have more to say on the subject? Not really. I feel we pretty much covered it. But the point of view I hadn’t considered was what it’s like to be a woman living in the post–He’s Just Not That Into You world.
Hmmm…I pondered who could possibly have thoughts on this subject. I couldn’t think of anyone, so I took a nap. Then Liz called. Surprisingly, as a single woman living in New York City, she felt she had some information she wanted to share. Thus was born the first of the two bonus chapters at the end of this edition.
Also, since the publication of He’s Just Not That Into You I’ve been asked a million questions. Everything from “Did you think the book would be such a success?” to “Who the fuck do you think you are?” (The latter from a fairly upset marine who maybe wasn’t as into his lady as he should have been. Sorry, man.)
As to the first question, the answer is a resounding no! It’s not that I didn’t think it was a good idea; it’s that I didn’t have any idea there would be such a need. My goal was just to write a book so that I could tell my friends, “Hey, I wrote that pink-and-green relationship book at Urban Outfitters.” Just kidding! You have to understand that both Liz and my wife, Amiira, had to convince me that such a book should be written. It’s not like I woke up one day and said, “I need to wake women up to what’s going on in their relationships, and then I’m going to the gym.” I really had no idea that women were spending so much time obsessing over men. And I don’t mean that in a negative way—I just didn’t know. And I was sort of dumbstruck that a book like this hadn’t been written before. That’s why Amiira and Liz were so emphatic that I do it, because they knew a book like this did not exist.
But after our appearance on The Oprah Winfrey Show, Liz and I suddenly became “relationship experts,” which is hilarious to me, because if you ever dated me you would not believe me to be an expert on anything. We were asked to comment on all things dating, from celebrity dating to the mating rituals of dogs (they are quite similar, actually). Needless to say, I was overwhelmed by the response to the book. My website crashed three times due to the amount of traffic—mostly by women with questions they didn’t feel were addressed in the book, though I tended to disagree. (Maybe we didn’t use his name, but he’s in there!) Sometimes I would write back things like “Hey, you’ve just written a ten-page e-mail about your relationship to a comedian. How do you think it’s going?” But then I would give my assessment. I also got quite a few e-mails from men, and not just the “If I ever see you in a dark alley, you are going down like a sack of lead potatoes” kind, but the “I like this girl but she never returns my calls” kind.
There were some questions that kept coming up over and over again—some from people who had loved the book, and some from people who were really not members of the Liz and Greg fan club. The truth is, I loved the questions. We loved it. One person asked if it bothers me that people now come up to me in public and ask me questions about their relationships. And the answer is “Never!” Not even the time I stood shirtless in the dressing room of a fancy department store and explained to the pretty salesgirl that if he doesn’t want to marry her because she doesn’t speak German, then he’s just not…well, you know the rest.