I’d wondered if there was something wrong with me the past two years, if every guy I’d met was just not doing it for me because I was building Easton up in my head. Making up a picture of him that wasn’t real. But standing in front of him right now, it was obvious that my head had been just fine. What had been wrong with me was that I happened to date the gold standard for all men in high school, and now every guy I met would never measure up. Fuck me. Why did Paige have to find true love and decide to get married? This was really inconvenient.
