Being on a golfing trip with 30 other guys can be tricky. While a day on the links can be competitive, it pales in comparison to the competition which begins after the sun goes down, and half of you end up at a bar across the street from your motel.
The town we were in is a college town, so the bar was loaded with eligible women, but being a little shy, and still reeling from having my girlfriend decide she’d rather be with someone else, I wasn’t expecting much out of the night…except to get drunk and ease some of the dull pain in my chest.
Some of the guys I was with hooked up before closing time, and had already gone off to do whatever debaucherous business they intended to do, leaving me and a couple others behind just before the bright lights came on, and the bartender ushered us out the door.
But something happened just as last call was being announced. Something which would help me mend the broken heart, and realize their were other fish out in the big sea of life.