He was perfect.
She\'d found The One at last and she could finally delete Tinder, forgetting all those was.
He loved a Martini almost as much as she did, shared her passion for four-cheese pizzas, and made her laugh harder than any episode of Friends .
When Sloane met Myles , everything fell into place.
Which is about as rare, these days, as a Dodo.
And he hadn\'t sent me a picture of his junk.
Denim-blue eyes, a dazzling smile.
He was perfect