Thanks to an unfortunate sheep incident-please don't ask-I lost my job as a wedding photographer, and said good-riddance to my unsupportive fiancé.
Escaping to Scotland with a friend seemed like a great way to avoid the guilt.
Who knew I'd end up beneath the hottest soccer player on the planet.
Well, staying in the room under his anyway.
And temporarily working together at his family's pub-where he's recuperating from an injury.
A relationship is not on the menu, despite his talents in the kitchen-and other areas of the house.
All it takes is an unfortunate tweezer encounter-again, please don't ask-for things to heat up.
Harris is hot and funny, and I soon realize he's as lost as I am.
Together, we go on a journey of self-discovery-which mostly requires us to be naked.
Things are going great until Harris gets the worst news possible and my ex-fiancé has visions of grandeur.
That's when things begin to unravel, and I soon realize that what I thought I wanted wasn't what I wanted anymore, and what I needed was now out of reach.
In Scotland, how do they say FML...