The first time I met Chase Parker, I didn't exactly make a good impression.
I was hiding in the bathroom hallway of a restaurant, leaving a message for my best friend to save me from my awful date.
He overheard and told me I was a bitch, then proceeded to offer me some dating advice.
So I told him to mind his own damn business-his own tall, gorgeous, full-of-himself damn business-and went back to my miserable date.
When he walked by my table, he smirked, and I watched his arroga ...