Breakups are so hard, and they suck. For both parties.
"I just can't go back out there again," they'll sigh, nodding — towards the sticky dancefloor of an imaginary neon-lit meat market packed with heartbreakers, narcissists, and no-hopers. After being battered by a brutal split, some download the dating-is-dangerous message onto their mental hard drives. For many, bars and clubs may no longer suit their age, parenting status, or appetite for vodka.