How I met #2 and #3

So this is about first dates, right? "You only have to like them enough to be able to sit through one date with them." This is what I tell my brother. So . . . I took a chance on this one.
I had met bachelor #2 (SMM) at a birthday pary for three different people that was held at a regular wattering hole a few weeks back. He showed up very late in the evening, and as I was the only moderately sober one, he seemed to find me appealing . . . I think I was just the only one who could compose a string of words greater than 2, and therefore I won. Whatever. So let me digress for a moment and explain that I almost did not stay at this party for more than 10 minutes. About an hour prior to the party, EEB called me back after abruptly hanging up on my only to explain that he thinks that we should try and just be friends. As I know EEB quite well, I knew that this meant one thing . . . that he had found someone else. When we arrived at the party, he let me know that he felt so great! Great. I wanted to cry, especially as he immediately explained this to FTF EEB. Were the gods all against me??
Anyway, I pulled it together and ended up having a good time, and expanding my circle out of the incestuous one that would invariably continue to break my heart. Had one unbearably drunk guy talking to me throughout the evening, but struck up conversation with a more sober one (later to be known as bachelor #3). As luck would have it, bachelors #2 and #3 sort of know each other, and not only that, but happen to both be friends with FTF EEB. Grrrr. Oh well! Just one date . . . just one date . . .