
My Date Insisted on Driving Me Home – I Wish I’d Said No
The Perfect Gentleman (Who Sent Me a Bill) You know when your brother says, “I’ve got the perfect guy for you!” and you just know it’s going to be a disaster? Yeah. That’s exactly how this train wreck started. Marcus, my ever-enthusiastic brother, had been raving about this guy Andy from his Saturday pickleball group for weeks. “But he’s not like the others,” Marcus insisted, leaning against my kitchen counter, shaking his protein shaker like it held the secrets of the universe. “Polite. Smart. Good job. And somehow still single—which,