Chapter Seven
That Friday, I shut my apartment door after saying goodbye to another dud of a date after dinner. Stepping out of my heels, I pick them up and retreat to my bedroom.
“Tonight, I need pajamas, popcorn, and a movie.”
Opening my closet doors, I place my heels next to my other ones and strip out of my dress, thinking back on the date that can only be described with one word—boring.
I’ve been determined to find a straight-laced guy but give me a break. The guy visits his mom every Sunday and keeps a gratitude journal. Sweet yes, but I’m not signing on for that. He volunteers at three different places during the week after he’s done at work. You know when people say you date or marry up? To this guy, I would’ve seemed like the used gum at the bottom of his shoe. He had a damn h
