Reading Dewan W. Gibson's memoir The Imperfect Enjoyment: A Bachelor's Memoir feels like flipping through someone's little black book. Like Chelsea Handler or Tucker Max, he chronicles his hilarious and sometimes heart-warming sexcapades and romances with a series of short essays.
Gibson leaves Cleveland for San Diego looking for a fresh start. He spends the fifty-hour drive daydreaming about beautiful women and beaches. Soon after his arrival and he meets, Haniyah, a Middle Eastern undergraduate (and student in his public speaking course) and finds himself in the middle of a chaste, but forbidden love affair. When that sours he jumps into an office fling even though he knows it's a mistake. Most of his flings end badly, whether it's from an overflowing toilet in "Chocolate Factory," a long-distance romance in "Negro Kryptonite," or Internet romance in "Lisboa."
While Gibson comes across as a "love 'em and leave 'em" kind of guy, he isn't a jerk. A good portion of the book covers his relationship with Haniyah and he is truly devastated and after three years of playing the field Gibson settles down again with another undergraduate. His essays are short and occasionally end abruptly, but is prose is clear and he is wicked funny.
The Imperfect Enjoyment isn't as vulgar or cruel as Max's I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell or as raunchy as Handler's My Horizontal Life. If you liked Russell Brands My Booky Wook then you will probably like The Imperfect Enjoyment.
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