I’ve always dreamed of the perfect family… a wife, two kids, and an immaculate home protected by a white picket fence.
But my socializing skills are far from on point. Since I’m not getting any less nerdy, the woman of my dreams seems stuck there…in my dreams, which happens to be where my sex life resides as well.
At forty, I’m getting desperate to change that so I do what any methodical guy would do, I count up the skills I can put into play: attention to detail, critical reasoning, and well, money counts for something doesn’t it?
Then reality hits me…other than the money, those don’t carry much weight in the dating scene so I turn to a mail-order bride service where I can put my skills to work evaluating their database of eligible women before ever having to talk to one.
It works like a charm…until she shows up. Her profile had made it clear she was half my age, but the female in front of me looks so innocent I question if she’s even younger.
Can I really expect to order up my dream wife and all the trimmings… or will I end up with a broken heart when I send her back home. After all, I’m a decent guy even if I do find the angelic woman in my house extremely tempting.