You’ve always hated the entire party scene—all the unnecessary socializing, the overflowing amount of booze, couples making out left and right, and most of all, people grinding their bodies on each other, calling it dancing. Only God knows how much persuasion your friends had to do for you to even leave your apartment. It’ll be fun, they said. Don’t be so uptight. Maybe you’ll finally get to meet your future boyfriend.

You shake your head to yourself as flickering neon lights blind your eyes. Bull, you think. You stare at all the men in front of you, either drowning themselves in alcohol or attempting to seduce pretty girls in too-short skirts. As if you’d meet someone genuine enough for you in a place like this. You sigh, debating if you should just walk out and take a cab right then and there.

But then you notice a tall figure in the corner of your eye.