…and that hopeless place was the good ole Spigot in Hartford. If you’re unfamiliar with the Spigot, it’s the dive of all dives. Dark lighting, an eclectic crowd, mismatched tables, a sticky floor, and an oddly odorous yet familiar “funk”. Danielle was out for a girl’s night, having never been to the Spigot before. As Danielle and Amanda were playing darts (poorly I may add), Ben and his friends came in with fun energy and started playing darts in the next lane. Ben’s friend, Mike, beelined it for Danielle, inquiring about her current relationship status and offering a rundown on Ben to entice her interest. After a night of mixing, mingling, and exchanging phone numbers, the rest is history…