I live in Springfield, Ohio. (Don't worry - my cat is safe.)

I'm pushing thirty.

Anndd . . . my career sucks.

On top of all that, my elderly although well-meaning landlady has made it her life's mission to make sure I walk down the aisle. But this time - she's gone too far! She rented the other side of my duplex to a guy she claims is hot eye candy, and get this: he has his own business!

Yep! He is 'The Bug Guy - Licensed to Kill.'

He and I did not get off on the right foot for a slew of reasons. But then - my 30th birthday bash happened and in a rare departure from my normal behavior, I totally lost all social inhibitions (with the help of tequila) and awoke to . . . total confusion! Did I mention I was totally naked and The Bug Guy's tee shirt was under my bed?

Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder - well, I was proven oh-so-wrong!