Bad dates are good material.

He was a dark, handsome grad student, and we bonded quickly over our mutual appreciation of sci-fi and craft beer. So I didn’t regret going home with him…until I woke up in the middle of the night and he’d disappeared from his own apartment. I called his cell phone in a panic, and he explained, “I don’t like to cuddle, so I’m staying at my office overnight. You can let yourself out in the morning.”