I live in Springfield, Ohio. (Don't worry - my cats are safe.) I'm pushing thirty. Anndd . . . my career sucks. On top of all that, my elderly although well-meaning landlady has made it her life's mission to make sure I walk down the aisle. But this time -she'sgone too far!She rented the other side of my duplex to a guy she claims ishot eye candy,and get this: he has his own business! Yep! He is'The Bug Guy - Licensed to Kill.' He and I didnotget off on the right foot for a slew of reasons. But then - my 30th birthday bash happened and in a rare departure from my normal behavior, I totally lost all social inhibitions (with the help of tequila) and awoke to . . .total confusion!Did I mention I was totally naked andThe Bug Guy'stee shirt wasunder my bed? Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder - well, I was provenoh-so-wrong!