The Accidental Boyfriend

Previously

…The final straw came in the form of a blind date orchestrated by my well-meaning but woefully misguided Aunt Carol. Aunt Carol, bless her cotton socks, had this uncanny ability to set me up with men who were either recently divorced, currently married, or firmly convinced they were reincarnated Elvis. This time, she’d outdone herself. Her chosen candidate, a Mr. Reginald Pumble, was a man whose primary conversation topic was his extensive collection of antique doorknobs. I’d managed