Finding Mr. Wrong

Here's a tip: never trust a jackass in preppy clothing.The phrase "trust me" should have been my first clue to hightail it out the door, but hindsight is always 20/20.So there I was, on a stage with two other men, being asked ridiculous questions by a woman I couldn't see, but whose voice made my pants tighten, and not around my ankles.Before I knew what was happening, I'd signed up for six weeks in paradise, isolated on an island for forty-two days with a complete stranger. And when I fina...