Boy meets girl, boy wins girl, boy nails girl -- boy’s gone by morning. I think for sure it must've been a dream because there’s no way a guy could look like that, touch me like that and be so in tune with me, then just disappear leaving me with nothing but a good story to tell my friends. When he walks into my bar three months later, everything I thought I knew and what we’d had disappears in the blink of an eye and the blinding light of the three-carat diamond on his fiancée's hand. It seems what I thought was a dream is now my most complicated reality, and I've got absolutely no idea how to fix it. Or if I even want to.