Cupid. A dumb dating app that I refused to sign up for. I’ve seen the movies and read the books, but most people don’t find love by swiping through shirtless pictures and photoshopped selfies. My best friend didn’t feel the same. The diabolical she-devil signed me up for a special Valentine’s Day single night through the app. She answered all the questions for me so that Cupid could shoot their match making arrows through the database to find me a soulmate. Or a hookup. Whatever. I didn’t have a match though. Nope, that would be too easy. Instead, I had three. And they just happened to be my bosses. For some reason, they don’t find this as ridiculous as I do. They want me to spend the weekend with them, convinced the app didn’t completely screw up. Obviously, they’re insane. So why did I say yes?