Sitting at the bar of a trendy nightclub, Megan watched in boredom as the ice cubes in her second margarita began to thaw. She'd been waiting for her blind date for over half an hour, and the chances of the guy showing up were getting slimmer and slimmer.

Blind dates had never been her thing. All she wanted was for her best friend to stop calling her the “mousy office wallflower,” although she was the office spinster in the eyes of her coworkers. Most of them were married, but she didn't care. In fact, she thought most of them were a bunch of clingy snobs who claimed that their lives had been meaningless before they met their soul mates. But oddly enough, they seemed to her more resentful than in love.

No one at the office knew she had been throught it all: first a delightful engagement, then a premature wedding, followed by a disappointing divorce, and finally, a heartbreaking breakdown. The whole shebang.

She was far from looking forward to this date and didn’t care if the guy bailed on her. She feared he'd be some sort of conceited stud, whose blatant attempts to impress her would immediately turn her off. Her friend had a soft spot for guys like that and a natural radar for finding them.

“He’s a catch, Megan. You won’t regret it. He'll love you, and if you play your cards right, he'll be putty in your hands. You need someone to get your heart pumping, and I’m sure he will," she had told her, delighted in her role as matchmaker.

(To be continued)