Facebook is pretty much the place where my past lives on the internet. Today they recommended a guy who looked vaguely familiar. I googled him. My past flew back into view. I met him on Match.com, just a few months after my divorce. I was jaded about love but still chased after it.
On our first date he insisted we walk a mile to another bar. A sports bar. While I was wearing four inch heels. He fist bumped his friends while slopping beer all over the floor and me. I went home with blisters, blood all over my shoe and a lot less hope in my romantic future. On the second date I learned he drove a Hummer. 1.2 miles to work.
There wasn’t a third date.