The cool evening breeze brought welcome relief to the hot, muggy October evening on Barbados’ south coast. I’d arrived at the restaurant early to ensure I wasn’t a sweaty mess when my date arrived and to secure a prime beachfront table. Sipping my rum punch I stared nervously at the menu, not concerned about the wonderful list of tapas in my hand but that I’d end up eating alone. The minutes ticked down, I sipped my drink...