Blind Date with a Book Boyfriend

by Lucy Eden

She gave me the pointed look that every woman knows is code for Is this asshole bothering you, because I have a bat and a shovel?

I’ve read enough romance novels to think that this was a great idea, but I’ve also listened to enough episodes of My Favorite Murder to think the exact opposite.

I wonder if this is how it feels when you meet the person you will eventually fall in love with, or when you meet the person who is about to murder you.

There’s only love and everything in life is an unpredictable leap of faith.”

“I’m gonna get dressed, and you’re gonna use that hair tie to put your hair up, because I’m about to kiss the hell out of you and I don’t want to be responsible for any collateral damage.”

“Nice means I’m sober enough to consent to a sexual encounter but tipsy enough that I don’t care that I’m wearing giant gray cotton underwear that may or may not have a hole in them.”

BUSTED.

No amount of logical reasoning would justify giving up the opportunity of a lifetime for a man who’d spent a day sweeping me off my feet.

“Do you think it’s a coincidence you met the love of your life while hanging out in a romance bookstore when you and Laura were so obsessed with sappy love stories?”