Which, to be fair, is probably justified. My track record includes emotionally unavailable charmers, questionable decisions, and at least one guy who definitely should have come with a warning label.
So when my friends suggest I join their "marry the next guy you date" pact, I do the only sensible thing left: I hand over control. They'll find me The One. All I have to do is date him... and marry him. Simple. Except nothing about love has ever been simple for me. Because while the guy I'm supposed to fall for is perfect on paper, the one I can't stop thinking about is completely wrong for me. Wrong on paper. Wrong in theory. And definitely not part of the plan. Except the more time I spend with him, the more right he feels. Now I'm stuck in the exact situation I was trying to avoid: having to trust my own heart. Which, historically, has been a terrible idea. But what if this time I finally get it right? Read if you love: