The Life and Times of Totally Tyler

The suspicion that I am a freak magnet was confirmed when Aphrodite and Moses hired me to plan their wedding. I don’t attract the good kind of freaks, like the ones who get freaky-deaky in the bedroom. I attract the kind of freaks who eat dog food or trim their toenails on the subway. When [...]

Stella waited until the day of her wedding to become a Bridezilla. “Where’s my champagne?” she bellowed from her dressing room. I ran to and fro, clanking champagne flutes together and slinging dripping-wet bottles of Dom Perignon around, catering to her every whim.

I am good at many things. I am a good kisser. I make a decent living planning entertaining parties. I can make a ruthlessly delicious martini. And I am a master at practical jokes. However, I am horrible at many things as well.

I wondered if this had to do with my taking off a week and a half when my brother died. The entire time I was gone, she assured me that all was well and to take as much time as needed. She waited a month after I returned to tell me that she was going to dock my pay.

Dot poked her head into my office. “Tyler, can I talk to you?” Her face was pale and blotchy- a telltale sign that she was not happy about something. I forced a smile and nodded. I took a deep breath and followed her to her office.