Head to the local pick-up joint

Fuming at my prick of a boyfriend I stalked out the door, forgetting even to take my purse. I was so annoyed at him that even the locking of the door behind me didn't register. It wasn't until I was several blocks away that I realized where I was.

Being in college my boyfriend and I rent a small (and cheap) apartment. We wanted one close to the university, but had to settle for one a short bus trip away in a cheaper part of town. There's plenty of bars in our area, including strip clubs.

I wasn't about to head to one of those, but I didn't snap out of my fuming state right in front of a promising looking dive of a bar.

"If you won't do me, Anthony, someone in there will," I say aloud to my absent boyfriend