Broken Bonds, Our Common Bond

I knew the weekend would be interesting, since Dave, the guy I met during my first trip to Fire Island, was sharing the house with us, and we hadn't seen each other since he started dating someone else. Of course, I would never make anyone feel uncomfortable, so I played it as cool as I could, to let him know that being friends was definitely okay.

To be honest, as good looking as he is, the chemistry was gone — I wasn't interested in anything from him. On the beach the following day, Melissa said "I didn't see it until now, but I know why you were attracted to Dave: He looks like Steve." I couldn't look at him the same for the rest of the weekend.

Our second night there, I cooked dinner for ten of our friends before we went out. Later, I talked to a guy named Andrew, and we somehow got on to finance. (We both work in similar fields.) He said, "You understand finance, your attractive, and you can cook — give me some of your faults." I laughed and told him that I'm sure I could find some — if I thought about it really hard.

We ended up spending the rest of the night hanging out talking and dancing. We had a great time. He asked for my number, and said he wanted to hang out in the city.

As he walked me home, he asked me again to give him some dirt. I told him to go first.

His answer was, "I'm divorced."

"I guess we both have the same dirty little secret," I responded.

It definitely gave us a lot more to talk about — we had a common bond. He was a complete gentleman, gave me a kiss goodbye, and then he left. The following night, I received the nicest message from him saying what a great time he had with me.

I thought that getting divorced would mean that I had a black mark on me when I started to meet people. Now, it seems like divorce is the new black.