Sarah* met Max* for their first date at a cocktail bar on a cool spring evening. They had matched online, talked about TV shows and movies, and he picked the place and time.
He was tall, smart, good looking in an understated way. Sarah thought a second date might be on the cards.
Then she felt a tap on her shoulder.
“There’s a tall, striking looking blond woman standing there. My first thought is she’s front of house coming to tell me the kitchen was closing,” Sarah says.
She was not.
“She basically said something like: ‘Look, sorry to interrupt your event, but the guy opposite you … I was dating him until recently
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