I would rather stick a fork in my eye than to attend my niece’s wedding without a date. Especially when my parents are hosting the entire venue. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family. But having to put up with an entire week of pitying glances and questions about when I’m going to “meet a nice man my age,” is a form of cruel and unusual torture I would rather not subject myself to.
Thankfully, I have a great group of guy friends, and each of them owes me a solid one. Like it or not, one of them is going to help me, even if we have to put a bet on it. The loser of the bet gets an all expense paid trip to fantasy land, where he pretends to be madly in love with me for the weekend. Or at least just for the wedding.
Okay, so maybe were both losers.
I’m the loser who has to bring a fake boyfriend to a family function. He’s the loser at a simple game of chance. The one thing neither of us are walking away with… is our dignity.