I met him by the pool in Miami. He was a few chairs away from me and happened to see me mumble a ‘fuck you’ under my breath while violently throwing my phone into my bag. “That can’t be good,” he said. I looked at him, and I don’t know why, but I told him. I had just found out, via text, that the guy I’d been seeing on and off for years, whom I was desperately in love with, was dating someone new and that it was starting to get serious. He winced, then chuckled, “OK hold on, I think I can beat that. I’m here in Miami for a friend’s wedding. Well, just prior to coming here, I had asked my girlfriend to move in with me and instead she dumped me.” “Yikes,” I replied, “What a sad pair of tourists we are.” He offered to buy me a cold beer, but I noticed he was drinking something stronger and I said, “No. I want that. What is it?” "Scotch." "Yes. I want scotch." He smiled. We commiserated our individual love stories in complete detail and talked about our li
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