Isaac Schmidt was a mess. He was to attend this big deal function on a yacht, of all places, and didn’t have a ‘plus-1’.
Isaac wasn’t tall or broad or good looking. But he was bright enough to know that everyone would judge him by the woman he was with.
So he needed to be with a woman that was worth being with.
He knew no one like that.
He thought of calling an escort service, but someone might recognise the woman or she may pass out her card.
Then he’d be more of a laughing stock then he already was.
He knew he’d messed up in High School. Spending all that time in library, in the labs, doing all that extra credit so he could get into a top college on scholarship, when he could have been perfecting his ‘technique’.