Who You’ll Find
A downhearted man accepts a life-changing invitation into a ménage à trois from a unique woman
“Nightclubs just don’t work for me,” I sighed as my friend, Nate, tried to cajole me on my cell into going to a club with him. “Come on,” he said, “I’ll be your wing-man.” “That’s because you never need a wing-man,” I replied. Six-foot four, thirty-one, clean-cut with black hair and an almost perfect tanned physique, as well as good taste in dark clothes, Nate didn’t need any help with attracting women, or usually getting...