I didn’t want anyone to know that I was putting myself back out there, partly because of my fear of failure and partly because I was only supposed to be at this party to oversee my work—not to scout out potential life mates or one-night stands. I wasn’t opposed to either, and admittedly, I’d never had either—not including Douche Who Must Not Be Named. He hadn’t been a life mate. He had been the worst, and I’d closed that chapter of my life, thank you very much.
