"Already courting men, Desmond?" Monique's laughter is drowned out by the crescendo in the music so we huddle to hear each other.

Ansel joins her lightheartedness, and gives me a knowing look. "I know you Des'. You dragged us to this frat party to get some, don't lie."

My eyes roll but I'm smiling, "I don't even know if he'd be down to."

Monique scoffs, "Yeah, and if you keep this up, you won't ever know. Go get what you want, honey!" Classic Monique. Always right and braver than the rest, but did she forget my history of relationship blunders?