Sorry. I bought this booked based upon the testimonial of author Jay Quinn, whose work I admire and enjoy, emblazened across the top of the cover. It was a bit of a disappointment. Jason is a "sex researcher." I place that in quotation marks because it seems that most of his research consists of passing out cards -- not cards collecting data, but cards asking people to call -- in hot beds of gay sex. This is akin to describing the people passing out discount men's suit coupons on Lexington Avenue as "fashion consultants." Anyway, Jason is in a relationship with Mark, but an unhappy one. And, boy, do we get to find out how unhappy. In the first third of the story, we listen to Mark whine on three separate occasions about how much Jason ignores and neglects him. It is essentially the same conversation repeated thrice. Then, in a plot development that is totally predictable five pages out, we get an on-line version of the "Pina Colada Song." Following that, Mark makes his dramatic announcement, which is, again, totally predictable. Meanwhile, Jason is so "professional" in his work that he writes himself up for "protocol violations" but inexplicably detains a teacher from starting her class on time so that he can dump his pathetic story on her while wracked with sobs. In fact, sobbing occupies about ten consecutive pages. In the end, Jason tosses away, stupidly, everything he has purported to stand for for 305 pages. The author, Michael Luongo, credits his editor; instead he should fire him. Luongo apparently writes non-fiction travel stories as his day job. Perhaps he should stick to factual data, as interesting and credible fiction appears to be beyond his capabilities.