Our story begins in Prague. I was there as Sydney's Platonic Plus One for her cousin's destination wedding.

We were settling into our hotel, which actually used to be a palace, despite its

advertised opulence. The king-sized bed we were expecting to share was hardly big enough for one.

So we were unpacking and debating who would get the couch when...

How are we going to sleep with that supposedly famous clock tower thing waking us up every hour?

Who's planning on sleeping?

We're in Prague, the city that never sleeps.

I thought that was Paris. Whatever, they're both cities of love

Appropriate since tonight I know I know a wedding is prime territory for husband material.

Then you'd know that I'm not looking for a husband.

I just want a boyfriend.

I am the only 26 year old who's been single her entire life.

You're so lucky. That I was in one one year long

relationship with a guy who only wore basketball shorts and never refilled the Brita?

How do you plan to find love tonight?

Oh, did you already stalk the Grooms Men's

Instagram's?

Okay, check this out.

Henry Stafford, Best Man.

Single, as of six weeks ago, loves hikes, art films, and he follows a lot of foreign

film directors. So my game plan. Pretend I love Pedro Amadovar, even though I probably don't.

Okay, but doesn't that indicate a lack of compatibility?

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