HOW WE MET
Whoever told you aren't going to meet the guy you're going to marry on the rebound, on vacation, in a bar, at five o'clock in the morning, after a night of debauchery, while dancing on a pool table and telling lies in a pair of ripped jeans and a slutty midriff-baring crop top...Was mother-freaking WRONG.
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Pick up any book, read any magazine, or watch any movie targeted toward single women, and you'll pick up a handful of tips on places to find a potential boyfriend: at sports bars, in the frozen food aisle, at closing time at the Laundromat. But they always overlook the man that could be right underneath you: the guy you accidentally brought home last weekend after a makeout session at the bar. Yes, the guy you spent the night with could actually be the one you spend your life with. It happened to me.