The minute we walk outside into the fresh air, I sober up completely. The sun is setting, casting a beautiful red and orange glow in the evening sky. With my clear head, come enormous self-doubt and a couple rounds of second-guessing.

What am I doing? Somehow, I picked up a man in a bar. I sneak a glance at him, looking through the corner of my eye. He's even sexier than he was in the dark bar.

He's about six foot three, built like a Calvin Klein underwear model, with ...