I’ve got a huge… ego and an even bigger bank account. That’s virtually where my bio ends. Honestly, I don’t need to say other things. I’ve just marketed 99% of women on going home with me.

Do I appear to be a jerk to you? That’s because I am.

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

Or at least it did. Until I fulfilled her.

Books talk about sparks soaring. Screw that. With her, it had been like crisis flares mixed with aircraft fuel. Or possibly just straight up napalm.

Only one problem. She wouldn’t tell me her name or her quantity when she vanished from the accommodation after the hottest nights my life.

Now I’ve had a taste of an ideal woman-and I want it again.

So what’s a jerk to accomplish?

I took this problem to the road. A missed connection gone viral.

And when I come across her? I’m keeping her.