Pick up any book, read any magazine, or watch any movie targeted toward single women, and you'll pick up a handful of tips on places to find a potential boyfriend: at sports bars, in the frozen food aisle, at closing time at the Laundromat.
But they always overlook the man that could be right underneath you: the guy you accidentally brought home last weekend after a makeout session at the bar. Yes, the guy you spent the night with could actually be the one you spend your life with. It happened to me. My senior year of college, after completing the first issue of the school paper, of which I was editor-in-chief, I hosted a party for the staff in my apartment. Afterwards, we all decamped to the student center in a boozy haze.
Then, one small, innocuous thing changed my life forever: I had to go to the bathroom. On my way back, I ran into this scruffy guy from my English class, or, as I should've known him, my fiction editor, the only member of my staff I forgot to invite to my party. I stopped him and apologized.
We ended up chatting for awhile: minute one, his hand was on the edge of the railing of the wheelchair ramp I was resting on but by minute thirty, it was around my waist. Scruffy guy and I went back to my room. We stayed up all night, talking and not talking, and, completely unexpectedly, I had a lot of fun. This is why one night stands are awesome. You don't think they'll last, so you're totally open about yourself.
I got to know my future boyfriend really well on that fateful night, mainly because I barraged him with questions, rapid fire style, because that's my natural way to getting to know someone.
