The perfect meeting story. At the beach in Gulf Shores, Alabama. Casey and Michael meet, become friends. I’m shy and around a month later ask her to dinner and a movie. She shows up for dinner, stoned, on Lortabs, drinks a couple of cocktails tells me she slept with the guy that was on our weekend beach trip which is why she knew of his problem with brushing his teeth.

I should have walked away then. Red flags all over the place.