This was a VERY bad idea.

"Sure," I told my cousin. "I'd love to meet her."

She was petite, dark features, adorable bobbed haircut. First words - "you have to promise me that we won't sleep together tonight."

Attractive, troubled. My type!

A walk around Isles, dinner. Conversation goes from bad to insane.

Her ex? Meth addict. Her life? 25, married twice, four cats, enormous debt.

I'm terrified. She gets drunk.

I don't let her come in. She begs for sex, passes out in her car.

"Sorry," I tell my cousin, "we just didn't connect."