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The Arranged Duo

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My name is Courtney Jane Salinger...
and I'm sick of games.

Sick of the Friday night bar-scene-cum-meat-market. 
Sick of the boy-girl, man-woman, mars-venus, flirtation-without-expectation, game-playing nonsense.
Sick of awful dates and one-night stands, booty calls and guys who don’t call back, mixed messages or NO messages and—and—and...I'm sick of all of it. 

I’m done.
I just can't do it anymore.
It's too hard, and worse: little by little, it's making me hard.
It's breaking my heart.

What DO I want?
That's easy.

I want a house in suburbia with a white picket fence.
I want babies to buckle into a minivan.
But most of all, I want to be married.
I want a husband.

So I've made an important decision: I'm making my escape from the dating world and the single life.
I've filled out my application on ArrangeMe.com and I'm putting my fate into the hands of experts.

Is it a little scary?
Sure.
I mean, I have no idea who I'll end up with. After all, I'm planning to marry a complete stranger.

But between you and me?
I can't wait.
Being arranged can't possibly be worse than being single.
Can it?

My name is Courtney Jane Salinger...
and I just got married.

I was sick of Netflix and chilling, hanging out, catfishing, ghosting, break-ups, make-ups, and games.

So, what did I do?

I signed up with a married-at-first-sight matchmaking service,
and I married the man who was waiting for me at the altar.

We did it.
We're married.
He's mine.
I'm his.
Man and wife.
Missus and Mister.

Except...
We barely know each other.
We've never lived together.

Turns out I'm an early bird, and he's a night owl.
He works nights and I work all day.
His parents keep asking when we're having kids,
while mine keep emailing me the names of divorce lawyers.
Women everywhere want to get in his pants, including
his omnipresent ex ... and my newly-single boss can't seem
to get the hint that I am off the market.

Besides my friend, Dina, who has brand-new drama of her own,
no one thinks we can make it.

And now I'm starting to wonder too.

Being arranged was just the beginning.
Is happily-ever-after even possible?

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