You were at a fancy bar because you needed a distraction from your problems. You sat down at the bar in your short black dress. You ordered a cosmopolitan.

As you sipped on your third drink, you were a little tipsy, and feeling bold. You decided to look for someone to distract you. Your eyes landed on a man in a black suit. He looked older than you. Late thirties probably. You were 22. You didn’t care, you walked right over to him with your drink in your hand.

“Is this seat free?”