“Is she serious?” I scoff. “Shhhh!” She goes on with a whole list of things her perfect man will do. Stargazing in the back of a pick-up truck? Playing a song underneath her window? A grand gesture? I’m starting to understand why this woman is still single. Her perfect man doesn’t exist. I glance over at the others. Turner is actually taking notes. “Are you guys for real?” “Listen. I know it sounds crazy. But this stuff works, Larrabee,” Pearson says. “It saved my marriage.” “Come on,” I prod. “There are more important things in a relationship than making out in the rain.”
