MOLLY Moving to Seattle is supposed to be all about getting a fresh start and leaving the bitter man I was becoming behind. I have new roommates-quirky, sometimes strange, roommates-a nosy, next door neighbor and a grumpy kitty for company, but even surrounded by people, I still don't feel like I belong. Plus, it turns out the men in Seattle are exactly the same as the ones I left behind, and my string of romantic disconnections continues. It's not until one of my roommates, Seven, hits me with some hard truths that I realize where I was going wrong. Maybe the men aren't the problem. I am. And there's only one way to fix that. SEVEN Being found tied up naked to my bed by my cute new roommate isn't an ideal way for us to start a friendship. But apparently a quid-pro-quo is. He keeps his pretty lips zipped about the compromising position, and I step in as his dating coach. We go out, I note where he's going wrong, and he magically becomes dating material. The problem is, between