{Bare with me as this is the first of a few parts to this story. The true lust of the story won’t happen until the end of Part 1 and beyond but the build up is necessary. Please revert to The Prelude before starting Part 1. Trust me. Enjoy the ride!}
Just over eight years ago I came home from college with a BA in Sport Management , a minor in Psychology, and had just gone through a breakup with someone I had been with for about two years. I immediately went back to work that summer at a downtown bar where I had worked off and on for about four years. It’s a popular spot in a greater metropolitan area that’s home to about 200,000 people and a state university. The bar, filled with mostly early 20’s to early 30 year olds, was always packed. Always. Tuesday through Saturday night. Even when the university wasn’t in session. Needless to say, fresh off of a split, I was primed for a rebound or two.