More Than One Night?
I reluctantly agreed to meet my friend Julie at a bar that I had never gone to in a neighborhood I wasn’t familiar with at all. The occasion was to celebrate the fact that my divorce from Jeff was final. As for the reason for the location, I was just as perplexed. We had a few local bars that we both went to on occasion, either of those would have been fine. Yet, Julie insisted that I meet her at this bar called Shooters over in a part of town where I don’t normally spend any time. Despite my best efforts, she was insistent, so I gave in and agreed to her meet her there. I managed to find my way to Shooters. It didn’t seem all that out of the ordinary. “So far, so …