After I broke up with my boyfriend in a messy argument, I needed to get out of my apartment. I decided to head to a local pub.

I’d just settled in on a bar stool when a guy who looked vaguely familiar sat down next to me. “You’re Lori, aren’t you?” he asked. “Jim’s girlfriend? We met at that holiday party. I’m Brian.”

I chuckled and said, “I’m Lori, but as of about an hour ago, not Jim’s girlfriend.”

“Ah, the post-breakup drinking binge. I’m here with some people. Why don’t you join us? The girl I got fixed up with is attractive, but it’s not happening between us. We could use a third party to ease the expectations.”

I laughed and got up, taking my beer, and by the time the guys and... Read More