If you told me I'd be on a reality dating show with a man I can't stand while the guy I haven't been able to forget films it all, I'd tell you to kick rocks.
Alas, here I am, pretending to fall in love with a man who'd marry himself if he could all while my TV producer best friend has front seats to it all. It'd be a lot easier if the self-centered bachelor wasn't hot as hell and charming beyond reason when the cameras are rolling. Or if I didn't get heart palpitations every time my best friend looked at me.
Hot, emotionally stunted men and old crushes aside, I've sworn off dating. I know people say that and then they're with someone new next week, but I mean it. Since being betrayed, I'm doing this for me, myself, and I. While the other women compete for love, I'm here to collect a check and gain enough clout to help kick off my career as a makeup artist. If it's between success or moving back in with my nagging mother, I'm not letting men knock me off my game.