One night in grad school a boy I liked asked me to meet him at a bar called The Old Pink. I got all dolled up, thinking I was headed for one kind of night. When I got there he mentioned his girlfriend was there, the one he’d never really talked about, and did I want to meet her? I didn’t, but excitedly agreed; this boy was never going to get a glimpse of knowing he’d crushed me.
I met his girlfriend and instantly forgot all about him. I’d never been so attracted to anyone. Things progressed and yada yada yada later she asked me “When are you and I going to make out?