This is a story a girlfriend of mine once told me. She’d just gotten out of a three year engagement with her asshole of a fiance’, cut her hair and flew halfway around the world in search of a romance free summer. She wandered into a cute little chicken and lobster spot, she’d heard so much about and plopped down at the bar at Mama Kelly. Tempted to take her kitten heels off, she tried to keep it cute wishing she’d heeded all that advice about renting a bike along the river. She wasn’t halfway though her first drink before catching the glance of some handsome guy she pretended to not see. She was annoyed with herself for noticing his bare ring finger from all the way over there. She was too preoccupied with her own thoughts that she hadn’t realized he’d finished the last bit of cognac swirling around in his glass and was not about five steps away and counting. TO BE CONTINUED.