I broke up with my fiance last June; even though we weren't getting along very well, I still got the good stuff right up to the bitter end. I've spent a year recovering from that betrayal. I haven't gone out and slept with anybody else; although last weekend I went to a bar with some friends, met one of the (male) dancers who worked there, and practically got nasty in the back corner of the place before my friends pulled my alcohol-addled senses back to reality.