What do you get when you cross a klutz with a GQ model lookalike? Sounds like a bad joke, right? Only it's my reality. And reality comes in the form of arm veins, dimples, and THE sexiest voice I've ever heard. But there's a slight issue. You see, I have a confession: I'm a klutz. I'm used to it now and everything's going fine-- if you don't count the monthly trips to ER and the twenty-three jobs in the last four years--that is until I'm sent to New York. The city of dreams... a klutz's worst nightmare.Three weeks. Twenty-one days. I can control it, right?WRONG.Let the fun begin.