It started when my hot-as-hell coworker offered to give me my first O.
Let me back-up.
It actually started when I got dumped at the altar. If I have to see one more sympathetic head tilt from someone asking me how I'm holding up...I might lose it. After some serious self-reflection (and momentarily swearing off men forever) I decided the only way to figure out what I want in life is to make a list.
My F It List-A...