I Met a Man at A Bar

The next morning, I got a phone call from his girlfriend.

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I met a man at a bar. We exchanged numbers before the night was over. But by morning, my phone was ringing non-stop.

And it was his girlfriend.

This was a few years after my divorce. I was eager and ready to meet someone new. Going out for drinks and dancing with my friends without…