He's all I can think about, and I don't even know what he looks like.

It started with a noisy neighbor and an angry note, filled with as much rage as I could cram in there. Then I got one back, and began an exciting, heated letter exchange. I can say anything I want to him because we'll never meet. I can't help daydreaming about what he looks like, until the man of my dreams walks into my boutique, and I'm taken on a wild ride I never expected.

I have a thing for a woman I've never even met.

Her notes make me laugh, and I wouldn't say half of these things to her face, but that's the best part. I love hiding behind the anonymous letters. No matter how bad my day is, I know I'll have a note from my dream girl, and I crave to read those three little words at the bottom of every letter: Sincerely, F*ck You. When I start working on a new renovation, I'm pleasantly surprised by the smart and sassy manager of the boutique. She's everything I've ever wanted. If only the world wasn't against us every time I try to ask her out.