So there I was, minding my own business, slowly but surely becoming “that guy” who bounced from one dysfunctional six-month relationship to the next, when I re-met a girl I’d gone to high school with. But not just any girl–a special girl whom I’d always found extremely attractive in so many different ways. I’m speaking, of course, of Caroline.
No problem, right? I mean, “that guy” has been there before, so just dust off a bit of charm and see what happens, right?
Wrong. Because Caroline was a single mom.