She did not
handle the breakup well:
My need for meaningless sex started after my long-term boyfriend dumped me and within a year had got engaged to my friend.
We had been dating for six years and I fell off the rails.
After he left that day I drank half a bottle of vodka and within 45 minutes had thrown it all back up again.
The heartache made me want to go and be someone else for a while.
In a fit of spontaneity, I fled to Paris to visit a friend and had my first post-heartache sexual encounter with a hot Frenchman at a party in an apartment.
Apparently you can't sex away the heartache. Or the crazy.
