Online dating seemed like a great idea. Until I skipped the "Add Photo" section, and so did my nemesis, the infuriating John Brooks.
A rich, older doctor, with a profile screaming hot AF? Yes, please!
I'm turning 30, single, and NOT loving it. I wanted to go online, find my match, get married, and have a few kiddos. It was the perfect plan.
Until I discovered that my "perfect match" was the infuriating Dr. John Brooks. He had been nothing but a pain in my lower back since I mistook his car for my Uber.
Our relationship was a perfect "hate" one, and we were both ok with that. It appeared the app was broken... or so I thought.
After hours of "No, you hang up" syndrome, it was clear something was brewing underneath.
Until I was ambushed by his boujee ex-wife who was not ready to let him go.
Cupid must have quite the sense of humor.
