My relationships are nothing more than casual dating with booty-calls.
A one-hour-stand before my mother’s wedding reception? Perfect.
I may have been born a romantic, but I’ve grown jaded about love. Being practically disowned by one’s father will do that to a girl. Now all I want is solitude and the occasional anonymous pick-up.
Occasional? Okay, so I haven’t managed that yet.
Daddy Dearest’s wedding seems like a great place to start.