"Fucking Dickhead!" I mutter to myself over my shot of Jack Daniels. My boyfriend had just broken up with me... via text message! He hadn't even had the balls to do it to my face. I toss back the shot as I tap the bar, signaling to the bartender that another was needed. 'Desperately!' I thought. I toss back the fifth shot of the evening, then swing around on the bar stool, almost falling on my face in the process. Two str...