The Dork Next Door

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 who 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 . . . some major confusion!

Now I’m forced to depend on others to clear the air – and my memory of what I might’ve done that night!

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any weirder – well, I was proven oh-so-wrong!