"Oh my God," Bridget laughed. "Now he has standards. You would have drunk her bathwater just this winter, Alistaire, and you know it."

I blushed, but decided to own it. "I agree," I replied calmly. "But it has come to my attention since then that I can do better than Sherri."

Bridget rolled her eyes and shoved my shoulder, "Fuck off, you conceited douche."

It pleased me no end that none of the girls seemed to think in any way that I was wrong...

Still, I was more than tired of being the focus of all the hazing about dating. "How about you, Bridget," I asked, picking a random target...