Sample Chapter
Not all moments in life are created equal.
There’s that moment when you’re standing on the dance floor and all eyes are on you—your makeup is perfect, your heart is pounding, and you fit into the dress that hung in your closet for six months waiting for you to lose that last ten pounds.
You command the attention of everyone in the room.
All the girls hate you.
All the boys want you.
And maybe a few of the boys hate you and a few of the girls want you, but you get the point.
That moment is not at all the same as the moments you spend lying in bed, your covers up to your chin, binge-watching every season of Grey’s Anatomy for the third time, a half-eaten container of Ben and Jerry’s melting on your nightstand.
Unfortunately, the moment in which I met Fancy Guy was not a dance-floor moment.
It was more of a binge-watching-Grey’s kind of moment.
The kind of moment that stretches out and drapes itself over everything rudely.
The kind of moment you wish could last forever without anyone discovering it existed.
That’s when Fancy Guy came into my life.
In other words, it was a Low Point. In my defense, things for me had not been going well. I should have dusted myself off and ended the pity party, but in those long, never-ending moments, you know what you need, but you don’t know how to get there. Otherwise, you would get there.
Duh.
But that’s why I was wearing an old t-shirt of Will’s and boxers with Transformers on them, and that’s why my hair was rucked up in the back, and that’s why I had a Cheerio stuck to my cheek the first time Fancy Guy ever set eyes on me.
We weren’t off to the best start.
Actually, he must have thought I was insane.
He wasn’t entirely wrong.