Last weekend, I met up with some friends at a restaurant.

The plan was to have dinner before heading to a club. It was extremely busy and the wait for a table was long, so Jake and I went to the bar for a drink. Standing at the far end was a tall blonde in a little black dress.

“I’m going over to talk to her,” I said.

“You mean you’re going to get your balls handed to you,” he countered.

“We’ll see,” I said, and walked over to introduce myself. Instead of rejecting me, Emily was really friendly and even more beautiful up close. After I had talked and flirted with her for an hour, Jake came over to say our table was ready. I told him I’d catch up with everyone at the club later. I didn’t realize how much later it would be.