A lady walks into a bar... Isn't that the way it always starts? Bad joke or not, this is what my life had been reduced to. How does one begin again over the age of forty? Instead of China, as was the customary gift for our twentieth anniversary, my husband decided to serve me with divorce papers. Literally that very day. Citing irreconcilable differences, he informed me that not only did he have a girlfriend, but she was pregnant. It took me weeks until I felt strong enough to venture out into the land of singles. And when I did, I quickly found it wasn't the place for me. I'd resigned myself to call it a night after dismissing the final tool spewing his BS pick up line, when all I thought I knew about myself was swiftly cast aside as she spoke. Her voice sent shivers down my spine...