I was young, impulsive, and lonely, and a fling with my next-door neighbor seemed like a good idea. It was fun, and my neighbor was a nice guy, but we really weren't each other's type. It fizzled out ...

I was 900 miles from home, in a new state, at a new school, and moving into a new apartment when I ran into the guy who lived next door. Consumed with grief over a recent break-up and busy acclimating ...