You know him.

He s the funny, sweet guy with the great eyes who

asks you a million questions and seems mesmerized by

every reply. He takes you on the greatest, longest date of

your life. He swears he loves cats and cuddling. And his

apartment is so clean. He just might be the One.

Then he doesn t call, doesn t write. He sees you com-

ing down the street and he hides behind a tree.

He s a cad. And this is his story.

After all the girls guides to sex in the city, here--at

last--is the view from the other side of the bed. In Cad:

Confessions of a Toxic Bachelor, Rick Marin offers him-

self up for an in-depth look at man s superficial nature.

At twenty-eight, a brief, doomed first marriage

thrusts him back into Bachelor Hell. A journalist as

eager to make it in Manhattan as with its female popu-

lation, our emotionally myopic hero can never seem to

tell if the woman in front of him is too crazy or too sane,

until she gets too close. Falling out of love as often as

he falls in, he vows more than once to clean up his act,

only to relapse into another bender of beauties, blow-

offs, and bad behavior--all in desperate pursuit of the

woman who can redeem him.

In this rollicking, frequently insensitive, and ulti-

mately poignant memoir, Marin proves a master of the

light touch even in his darkest hours. Part Hugh Hefner,

part Hugh Grant, he offers up a tale of a rake s progress

(in spite of himself) from incorrigible cad to recon-

structed romantic. It is one man s story, but many men

will read it as their own. And for any woman who has

ever wondered, "What was he thinking?"--this is what

he was thinking.