The stranger sitting to my left hasn't taken his eyes off me since I walked into the bar.

He buys me a drink, and I tell him why I'm nursing my self-esteem. He’s relentless in his pursuit. It's just the kind of attention a girl needs after two bad breakups when my ex walks in.

The same ex who told me he wanted to explore the ocean after I gave him three years of my life.

The man says he’ll play the part of my fake boyfriend if I stay with him for the night. He promises to put on a good show for the ex and set the bar for the next man who visits my bed.

So I take him up on his offer.