Aziz Ansari - Modern Romance: An Investigation

OH, shit! Thanks for buying my book. That money is MINE. But I worked really hard on this, and I think youll enjoy it.

First off, a little about this project. When you have success as a stand-up comedian, you quickly get offers to do a humor book. In the past, I always turned these opportunities down, because I thought stand-up was the best medium for me. In my mind, a book wouldnt be as fun as just using my ideas for stand-up.

So why did I decide to write a book about modern romance?

A few years ago there was a woman in my lifelets call her Tanyaand we had hooked up one night in L.A. Wed both attended a birthday party, and when things were winding down, she offered to drop me off at home. We had been chatting and flirting a little the whole night, so I asked her to come in for a drink.

At the time, I was subletting a pretty nice house up in the Hollywood Hills. It was kind of like that house De Niro had in Heat, but a little more my vibe than the vibe of a really skilled robber who takes down armored cars.

I made us both a nice cocktail and we took turns throwing on records while we chatted and laughed. Eventually we started making out, and it was pretty awesome. I remember drunkenly saying something really dumb when she was leaving, like, Tanya, youre a very charming lady... She said, Aziz, youre a pretty charming guy too. The encounter seemed promising, as everyone in the room had agreed: We were both charming people.

I wanted to see Tanya again and was faced with a simple conundrum that plagues us all: How and when do I communicate next?

Do I call? Do I text? Do I send a Facebook message? Do I send up a smoke signal? How does one do that? Will I set my rented house on fire? How embarrassed will I be when I have to tell the homes owner, actor James Earl Jones, that I burned his house down trying to send a smoke signal?

Oh no, I just revealed whose sick house Id rented: King Jaffe Joffer himself, the voice of Darth Vader, film legend James Earl Jones.

Eventually I decided to text her, because she seemed to be a heavy texter. I waited a few days, so as not to seem overeager. I found out that the band Beach House, which we listened to the night we made out, was playing that week in L.A., so it seemed like the perfect move.

Here was my text:

A nice, firm ask with a little inside joke thrown in. (Tanya was singing the Drake song The Motto at the party and, impressively, knew almost all the lyrics.)

I was pretty confident. I wasnt head-over-heels in love with Tanya, but she seemed really cool and it felt like we had a good connection.

As I waited for her response, I started picturing our hypothetical relationship. Perhaps next weekend we would go see a movie at the cool outdoor screening series they do at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery? Maybe I could cook Tanya dinner later this week and try out that brick chicken recipe Id been eager to attempt? Would Tanya and I go vacation in Ojai later in the fall? Who knew what our future would be? This was going to be great!

A few minutes went by and the status of my text message changed to read.

My heart stopped.

This was the moment of truth.

I braced myself and watched as those little iPhone dots popped up. The ones that tantalizingly tell you someone is typing a response, the smartphone equivalent of the slow trip up to the top of a roller coaster. But then, in a few secondsthey vanished. And there was no response from Tanya.

Hmmm... What happened?

A few more minutes go by and...

Nothing.

No problem, shes probably just crafting her perfectly witty response. She started a draft, didnt feel good about it, and wanted to get back to it later. I get it. She also probably didnt want to seem overeager and be writing back so fast, right?

Fifteen minutes go by... Nothing.

My confidence starts going down and shifting into doubt.

An hour goes by... Nothing.

Two hours go by... Nothing.

Three hours go by... Nothing.

A mild panic begins. I start staring at my original text. Once so confident, now I second-guess it all.

Im so stupid! I should have typed Hey with two ys, not just one! I asked too many questions. What the fuck was I thinking? Oh, there I go with another question. Aziz,WHATS UP WITH YOU AND THE QUESTIONS?

Im struggling to figure it out but trying to keep calm.

Okay, maybe shes busy with work. No big deal.

Im sure shell get back to me as soon as she can. We had a connection, right?

A fucking day goes by.

A FULL DAY!

Now my thoughts get crazier:

What has happened?! I know she held my words in her hand!!

Did Tanyas phone fall into a river/trash compactor/volcano?

Did Tanya fall into a river/trash compactor/volcano?? Oh no, Tanya has died, and Im selfishly worried about our date. Im a bad person.

I shared my dilemma with a friend.

Aww, come on, man, its fine. Shell get back to you. Shes probably just busy, he said optimistically.

Then I look on social media. I see her logged onto Facebook Chat. Do I send a message? No! Dont do that, Aziz. Be cool. Be cool...

Later I check Instagram, and this clown Tanya is posting a photo of some deer. Too busy to write me back, but she has time to post a photo of some deer she saw on a hike?

Im distraught, but then I have a moment of clarity that every idiot has in this situation.

MAYBE SHE DIDNT GET THE TEXT!

Yes, thats whats happened, right? There was a glitch in her phone of some sort. Of course.

This is when I contemplate a second text, but Im hesitant due to the fact that this scenario has never happened with my friends:

Hey, Alan. I texted you to go get dinner and you didnt write back for a full day. What happened?

Damn! I didnt see the text. It didnt go through. Glitch in my phone. Sorry about that. Lets grab dinner tomorrow.

Back to the Tanya situation. At this point its been more than twenty-four hours. Its Wednesday. The concert is tonight. To not even write back and say no, why would she do that? At least say no so I can take someone else, right? Why, Tanya, why? I start going nuts thinking about it. How can this person be rude on so many levels? Im not just some bozo. Shes known me for years.

I kept debating whether I should send anything, but I felt it would just be too desperate and accepted that she wasnt interested. I told myself that I wouldnt want to go out with someone who treats people that way anyway, which was somewhat true, but I was still beyond frustrated and insulted.