“Hi, smiling stranger, I finally found you.” I was perfectly content with my steady, boring life—boring, at least according to my friends—and I didn’t plan to look for a boyfriend. But yet another evening of tears with my friends ended in a stupidly tempting argument from which now I can’t escape. And if I want to win, I’ll have to find myself a match on a dating site—and convince everyone that he’s normal. But how do you do that when they only message you weirdos, and the most important of them is also stalking you at every date? And what do you do if you don’t believe in destiny—yet it seems that very destiny has chosen for me the one I’ll win the bet with? “And was I hiding, you suspicious type?”