I’ve always been the social butterfly, the girl with an Angry Vagina Box, the one who goes home with just about anyone for a booty call. So, why in the hell am I lying in bed alone on a Friday night downloading The Watering Hole dating app onto my phone? Wait, what? No. Why am I creating a profile? No, no, fingers! Stop scrolling! Whoa…he’s cute. Kind of nerdy chic, but cute. I bet he’s a barista. Why am I drooling over the guy who has a strong set of morals and only wears matching socks? Who the hell is this guy?

Typical me. I step out of my comfort zone for one second and allow myself to finally have feelings for someone, and what happens? Schmidt Happens.

I've never been one for falling in love, or happily-ever-afters. I've just never been that kind of girl, except... Well, what if I really am that kind of girl and I've just never known it? What if I was never the lovey dovey type because I just hadn't met the right guy? What if, after all this time, my happily-ever-after is standing right in front of me? How do I know for sure?