![]() We’ll just undo the holy matrimony right this stinking second.Įxcept, the pics of our nuptials are splashed all over the Internet, and my agent says we need to stay Mister and Mister until the brouhaha blows over. But he’s newly out and eager for all the things he’s never done, so he ups the ante with the wild suggestion that we jet off to the city of sin for a weekend, then say goodbye.īut instead, thanks to blackjack, a bet and some bourbon, we’re saying I do.Īnd in the morning I’m asking myself what the hell have I done? I can’t risk being the football player who’s also a playa. I stick to that strategy when I meet a hunky Brit at a fundraiser and ask him to grab a drink. One weekend with no strings was supposed to be the plan.Īfter barely escaping my last train wreck of a romance, I’ve got a new dating goal-play it cool. ![]()
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