I’m a stone cold player. One night a week. Six nights, I take care of the elderly residents of a care home. Thursdays, I crash welcome parties at a swanky LGBTQ hotel near my small town. My heart got broken once and it wrecked me. Now I get a happy ending every Thursday night. Guests enter through the front door of Buchanan House and a hookup culture thrives around back. Partially thanks to me. When the weekly welcome party doesn’t pan out, I knock on the back door of a second-floor room. Sometimes I’m disappointed, but most of the time the door opens on the kind of anonymous encounter I live for. One Thursday night I meet a man who changes everything.