The Do-Over

She was always the one.
Or so I thought.
Turns out my instincts were dead wrong. Years ago I was faced with the choice between two women. Both were perfect in opposite ways. One was carefree and against commitment. The other was a woman you'd bring home to mom. I was young, naïve and stupid. I'm sure you can guess who I chose. Now, I'm older, wiser and know what the hell I want. So, when the same two women pop back into my life it's my chance for a do-over. But they flipped the script. Just l...