Of course you do.

You walk up to the woman and take the seat next to hers. "You know, there's only two reasons to drink tequila alone. One's because you don't have anyone to share it with. The other's because the person you were going to share it with hasn't shown up yet," you tell her. "If you've got the first reason, how about I become the second?"

She takes a shot and stares at the empty glass. "You know, that's the cheesiest fucking line I've ever heard." Then she gets another glass from the bartender and hands it to you. "Bottoms up."

You can't help but notice some anger in her voice. "Bad day?"

"Supposed to have a date with my boyfriend tonight. Then I find him fucking a hooker in the back yard. He says he wanted us to try a three-way. I told him to smash his balls under a cinder block." You take a few shots with her. Anger gives way to teary eyes. You move the bottle and the glasses away. Not that there's much left in the bottle by this point.

"Okay," she says after a few dozen sobs. "Okay, I needed that. I'm over it now." She wipes her eyes on a bar napkin, then smiles at you. "Thanks."

"No problem. Seen a lot of relationships end," you reply. "Name's John. John Doe."

"I'm Emily. Want to be my **** fuck? No strings. Just fuck me good."