Hi it's Dawson here. You might know there's a book out this week in which I feature. Those of us featured in the book have decided to throw a party at the weekend for the book release to support those brilliant authors who worked so hard to get our story down on paper and out into the world for you all to read. I've been tasked with sorting the guest list for the party. There's so many people I could invite and I've been getting a bit overwhelmed and over thinking it and inevitably ended up procrastinating and thinking about hot boys I'd invite to the party if I had the chance. There's a reason why my first line in the book reads "I realise I'm staring at the arse of the guy in front of me roughly seven seconds before he does, but that's all the time I need for several thoughts to run through my mind." yes hands up I'm a slave to my hormones. All my decisions of who to include are based on purely superficially thoughts of &qu