Work in Progress

<p>What can I say? I'm a work in progress.</p><p><br></p><p>I never planned on being 39 and still a virgin. Life got in the way and before I knew it I was almost 40 with a cherry that had yet to be popped. So I pulled up my big girl panties and made a bucket list to accomplish before the big 4-0. Easy peasy right?</p><p>It only took three bottles of wine the internet and a dating site to flip my world on its side. What came next would consist of part disaster and part greatest thing to ever happen to me.</p><p><br></p><p>My new life consisted of plenty of men and plenty of dates. None of those were with the one man I wanted more than anything. He was untouchable. With his heated looks and seductive voice I was in trouble. My restraint willpower and a non-fraternization policy were the only things keeping us apart. None of it mattered to him. He was determined to have me and damn the consequences.</p><p><br></p><p>With men awkward dates a geriatric wedding naughty needle-pointing and a sexy as sin boss the last year of my thirties had the potential to be one I would never forget.</p>