When the pizza boy delivers… he delivers.
Guys. Who needs 'em, right? So explain to me why I'm sitting on my best friend's couch with yet another tub of ice cream on a Friday night, trying to pretend I'm okay with my newfound singledom.
When Anna said it was time to get back on the horse, I didn't think she meant with the first guy I laid eyes on—the freaking pizza delivery guy.
My heart needs some serious healing. Is one night with my best friend and an unassuming stranger toting eight slices of hot cheese all it'll take?