I’ve got a large … ego and an even bigger bank-account. That’s virtually where my bio ends. Honestly, I don’t need to state anything else. I’ve just sold 99% of women on going home with me.

Do I sound like a jerk to you? That’s because I am.

And do you know what? It functions for me simply fine.

Or at least it did. Until I fulfilled her.

Books discuss sparks flying. Screw that. With her, it was like crisis flares blended with aircraft fuel. Or maybe just straight up napalm.

Only one problem. She wouldn’t tell me her name or her number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest night of my life.

Right now I’ve had a taste of an ideal woman-and I need it again.

So what’s a jerk to accomplish?

I took this issue to the road. A skipped connection eliminated viral.

And when I find her? I’m keeping her.