Dumpee primed for a rebound

You notice a guy sat by himself a little further along the bar, nursing a bottle and looking more than a little sorry for himself. You recognise his symptoms almost immediately. You'd bet your ass, this guy has been recently dumped by his girlfriend.

You purr excitedly to yourself. Your favourite kinda guy. Nothing so easy as catching a heart on the rebound.

You slip off your barstool, and strut seductively towards him. As you get closer, you think you recognise him from your time cheerleading the other sports clubs. He was on the... rounders team, right! He's the captain or something.

He certainly has the physique of a sports star. You eye up his firm biceps, and lick your lips. His hair is neatly shaved, on all sides of his head, and his chiseled jawline could cut diamonds.

You plop yourself down onto the empty barstool beside him. "Hey pal. What's got you so glum?"

He sighs, and keeps his gaze locked into his glass. "My girlfriend broke up with me..."

Jackpot~

"Aww, well that girl clearly doesn't know a catch when she's caught one. Had you been dating long?"

He shakes his head. "Just a few weeks. I know it's dumb to be so bummed about it, but I really thought it could go somewhere, y'know?"

"Well hey," you say, deciding to cut to the chase. You press one finger against his chin, and swivel his head to face you. "One girl isn't everything. Is it really so terrible to be a single stud on a campus full of hot, available babes... like me?"

You've got him. His eyes immediately glued themselves to your body as soon as he turned to look at you, and they show no signs of pulling themselves away now. "Uh, yeah... I guess maybe I should look on the positive side..."

You stand up, and give him a wink. "What's say we get out of here?"