A rough year, if you could call it that. Your last boyfriend was a sicko, only using you. Why don't you just go to a club and relax, maybe meet someone to take the edge off.

I walk into the club, looking around

Oh shit, the boyfriend right? Well he's here now, fuck. No just look away, hope he doesn't see your, oh god nevermind..

I sit down on the stool next to you, a smug grin on my face

Well well, is that you dear?