As the old saying goes, variety is the spice of life, and I was dying to sample someone new. Maybe that’s why I decided to go to the bar alone after each of my girlfriends texted their regrets about skipping out on our evening plans. My husband wouldn’t expect me home for hours. Why waste an opportunity for a bit of fun?

Standing at the bar, it didn’t take long for me to make a friend. That sketchy watering hole was the kind of club where anything goes and often did. It wasn’t uncommon for people to get it on in full view of other patrons and the amused staff.

It was my kind of place.

My new pal Malcolm was in his mid-20s and was a successful financial advisor — or so he said. To be honest, I didn’t much care about what he did for a living. I was more interested what... Read More