


I don’t love him, expecting him to return it. The thing about loving someone is you don’t get to do it with conditions attached. So when Payne gets back into town and needs somewhere to stay, I offer him my spare room with one condition: while he’s staying with me, I need him to help me become date-able.Īnd while he does that, I can focus on my other plan: ignoring that Payne is the only man I’ve ever wanted to date. I’m naturally chaotic, make terrible decisions, and scare off potential dates with my “weirdness”. Since my career took off, I barely have time to breathe, let alone keep my life in order. Room payment to be made in meal planning, repairs, and dumb jokes. And not leave his door ajar when he’s in compromising positions. When my little brother’s best friend offers me a place to stay in exchange for menial duties, I swallow my pride and jump at the offer. There’s nothing sadder than moving back to my hometown newly divorced, homeless, and lost for what my next move is. Preferably dirt cheap as funds are tight (nonexistent). So when Payne gets back into town and needs somewhere to stay, I offer him my spare room with one condition: while he’s staying with me, I need him to help me become date-able.Īnd while he does that, I can focus on my other plan: ignoring that Payne is the only man I’ve ever wanted to date.Must ignore the patheticness of a forty-year-old roommate.

Must ignore the patheticness of a forty-year-old roommate.
