Far too often, I’m one of those guys who’s halfway to the door once the clock hits 4:59—I’ll admit it. And nothing annoys me more than forced socializing in the form of a company party or whatnot after regular business hours. It’s not that I don’t enjoy my coworkers or mind the occasional happy hour. But on the whole, I have no desire to sit around in my free time with the same people I am already subjected to from nine to five, five days a week.

However, my stance on after-hours “forced fun” was drastically altered about a month ago when I found myself alone with Laine.

I’m in my mid-30s and recently divorced, and I’ve spent the better part of the past year trying to scratch the many and varied sexual itches that my failed marriage never allowed me to... Read More