When my brother Marcus insisted he had found the perfect match for me, I approached the prospect with a healthy dose of skepticism. His previous attempts at matchmaking had resulted in a disastrous evening with a man who collected antique spoons and insisted on wearing socks with sandals. Still, Marcus swore that Andy was different—polite, intelligent, and mysteriously single. Tired of the constant inquiries about my love life, I finally relented and agreed to one single date… Continue Reading ⬇️
The Gentleman Who Sent a PayPal Invoice for Our First Date
