"I couldn't face going back to my empty apartment, so I stopped at a bar downtown. There was a guy there. He bought me a drink, listened while I cried on his shoulder. He made me dance, which he said would make me feel better, and he was right. It just felt good to be held. Long story short, I had too much to drink and I woke up in his hotel room. It was early, and he was still there, asleep. I remember seeing a condom in the trashcan, so I figured I was in the clear. I put on as many of my clothes as I could find...