She put me in the friend-zone. I want out.
Rule #1: Never hook up with a woman who is looking for a relationship.
Rule #2: Always do breakups in a public space.
I have a reputation.
I’m a player. Three dates and I’m out.
I don’t do commitment. My idea of a romantic evening involves making a woman cry out in toe-curling, window-shattering pleasure.
Until I meet Charlie.
She’s beautiful. She’s funny and she’s feisty.
And she’s put me straight in the friend-zone.
I shouldn’t care, but with Charlie? I’m playing for keeps.