Free Use SantaCon

My fiancé broke up with me a week before Christmas, and the heartbreak hollowed me out. I didn’t want holiday cheer, crowds, or anything resembling joy. But my friends insisted on dragging me to the city’s annual SantaCon, convinced it would shake me out of my depression.

Instead, it shook my entire life.

At the second bar, I spotted my ex and bolted, only to crash right into the man I’d flirted with on the subway for years. The man with the wicked smile. The man I’d always wondered about, but was too loyal to pursue.

So when he invited me to a sex club hosting a “free use Christmas” party, I stunned myself by saying yes. I didn’t really understand what “free use” meant. I just knew I was done being careful.

Turns out, being ho-ho-heartbroken was the best thing to ever happen to me.