Dear Graham,

After crossing too many lines for my self-respect, I made a promise to myself: no hookups, no sexts, no dating. For sixty days.

But I didn’t count on meeting you.

Who knew a smart, cardigan-wearing geek would be such temptation? You’re all wrong for me, except you’re also kind of exactly right.

So how do I keep my promise not to seduce the cute librarian and still get the perfect guy?

Maybe you know, because I don’t…

Already yours,
Ollie