A triple shot of pleasure starts with dirty martinis and ends with a twist.

When my friend Morgan asked me to join her on her date, I balked. “Why would you want me to come?” I asked, confused. “I’ll be that third wheel you hear about in country-western songs.”

“I don’t know how I feel about Mike,” she confessed. “If you’re there, it would be less of a date and more of an … ”

“Awkward gathering of people?”

“Something along those lines. And who knows. Maybe you’ll get lucky.”

Morgan’s one of my closest friends, so I agreed. Against my better judgment. Against everything that I know to be true about people. Because what would I have spent my time doing instead? I’d been... Leer Más