The Bug Guy

<p><em><strong>I'm pushing thirty. </strong></em></p><p><em><strong>My career sucks.</strong></em></p><p><em>Annndd</em> for some reason my landlady has made it her life's mission to make sure I walk down the aisle. But this time - she's gone too far! She rented the other side of my duplex to a guy she claims is <em><strong>hot eye candy</strong></em> and get this: he has his own business!</p><p>Yep! He is:<em><strong> 'The Bug Guy - Licensed to Kill.'</strong></em></p><p>He and I did not get off on the right foot for a slew of reasons. But then - my 30th birthday bash happened and in a rare departure from my normal behavior I totally lost all social inhibitions (with the help of tequila) and awoke to . . . <em>total confusion! </em> Did I mention I was totally naked and <em>The Bug Guy's</em> tee shirt was <em>under my</em> <em>bed?</em></p><p><strong>Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder - well I was proven <u>oh-so-wrong</u>!</strong></p>