There are NO ASSHOLES IN THIS STORY. Well, actually, there are, but they are not who this story is about. This story is about me - the daughter of a coach. When I decided to move to Iowa to live with my father, a hard-line university coach wrestling, I thought that moving would be a piece of cake - life with my father would be temporary, and he would make sure that his idiot wrestlers would leave me alone. Wrong on both counts. ASSHOLES ALWAYS COME OUT OF NOWHERE WHEN THE STAKES ARE HIGH. The stakes are in and I'm on the line. After one humiliating night and too much alcohol, I find the last good guy on campus. And when he offers me his spare bedroom, I go all in. It's time for the good guy to finish first. Midnight conversations and venting of my problems turn into slow touches, then turn into something more. And in the end, a good guy can do more damage than any jerk. Thank you, Internet, for inspiring the quotes at the beginning of each chapter. All of them are based on real conversations, meetings, invitations and messages between real people.