(Once in a while, I take a new book with me to lunch and give it a half an hour or so to grab my attention. Lunch Date is my judgment on that speed-dating experience.)

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Who's your date today? Suck It, Wonder Woman! The Misadventures of a Hollywood Geek by new Daily Show correspondent Olivia Munn. (And her ghostwriter, Mac Montandon.)

Where'd you go? The new Elliott Bay Café. And if I may pick nits for a moment, I'd like to show you the sign in front of Elliott Bay:

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It reads "EBC Café." Which means that this sign reads "Elliott Bay Café Café." Which is a little bit annoying.

What'd you eat? I had the Cuban panini sandwich ($9).

How was the food? It's a meaty sandwich—not the delicious pulled pork that you can find at the other Elliott Bay Café, but cold cuts—with tangy, spicy barbecue-like sauce and good, thick panini bread. $9 is the outside of acceptable for a lunch, but it was a satisfying sandwich on its own, and it would make for a pleasant break from browsing.

Assistance with holding the photo up while simultaneously flipping it off: Cienna Madrid.
  • Assistance with holding the photo up while simultaneously flipping it off: Cienna Madrid.

What does your date say about itself? Munn, who is apparently beloved by internet geeks for the countless cheesecake photos of her posing sexily with nerd paraphernalia her "sense of humor," has written a book full of observations and, uh, stuff. There's a flip book feature in the corner with photographs of Munn in a sexy outfit; when you flip the pages, she wriggles around in a sexy dance.

The flip book's not all: There are photographs mixed in with the large print throughout the book. Early on, she publishes a 15-page gallery of artwork created by her fans. That's right after the story about how she dumped a boyfriend because he said he fantasizes about sucking dicks and how she started dating a boy, only to find out—cue sad trombone—that he has Tourette's syndrome. (At which Munn says: "God. Damn. Hi, karma, I'm Olivia. I'm sorry for whatever I did in my past life...can we move on now?") The best part is that the inside of the dust jacket is a pinup of Munn. My photo of that dust jacket interior (click to enlarge) is on the right. Personally, I prefer Faulkner's cheesecake dust jacket pinup, but that's just me.

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Is there a representative quote? "Yeah, so I wrote a book. I know everyone thinks they have a book in them and that one day they will totally write it and it will be great, but that's not true. For one thing, writing a book is hard as shit. And writing a book that is interesting is doubly hard as shit. Plus—who's to say if anyone will give two shits? Ya know?" Weirdly, Munn's ghostwriter doesn't seem to have anything to say about the difficulty of writing a book.

Will you two end up in bed together? Never in a million fucking years.