When her brother sets her up with a seemingly perfect gentleman, she’s hesitant, but gives it a shot. Flowers, charm, and a sweet smile make her wonder if he’s the real deal. When he insists on driving her home, a gut feeling whispers: Don’t. She should’ve listened.
You know when someone says they have “the perfect guy” for you? Yeah, that’s exactly how this whole disaster started, and let me tell you, it’s a story that gets better and worse with every detail I remember.
My brother Marcus had been going on about this Andy guy from his Saturday morning pickleball group for what felt like an eternity but was probably closer to three weeks. Marcus is the kind of person who gets an idea stuck in his head and then hammers away at it with the persistence of a woodpecker on espresso until everyone around him either gives in or moves to another state.
“But he’s not just any guy, Sarah,” Marcus said for probably the fifteenth time, smirking as he refilled his protein shake at my kitchen counter on a perfectly peaceful Tuesday evening that I had been planning to spend alone with Netflix and leftover Chinese food. “This Andy is polite, smart, has a good job in accounting, drives a reliable car, owns his own place, and here’s the kicker—he’s still single. Has been for way too long, if you ask me, which should tell you something about how picky he is about quality.”
I rolled my eyes so hard I’m surprised they didn’t detach from their optic nerves and roll right out of my head onto the kitchen floor. “That’s exactly what you said about Kevin six months ago, remember? The vintage spoon collector who turned out to have not just a collection but an unhealthy emotional relationship with antique silverware?”
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