I'm pushing thirty.
My career sucks.
My landlady is dead-set on being my own personal matchmaker, but she's gone too far! She's rented the other side of my duplex to a guy she claims is hot eye candy, and he has his own business!
Yep - he is "The Bug Guy." Suffice it to say, we did not get off on the right foot for a slew of reasons. But then - my 30th birthday bash happened and in a rare departure from my normal behavior, I totally lost all social inhibitions (with the help of tequila) and awoke next to . . . a world of total confusion!
Now I'm forced to live with (or next door to) the consequences of my momentary loss of sanity. Trust me, it hasn't been easy.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder - well, I was proven oh-so-wrong!