The "love nest" story

Further to my prior post, allow me to fill you in on the details as to why the place that I used to live in in Burnaby is now referred to as the "love nest".
Many years ago... like nine or ten? I was embroiled in a relationship with a gentleman by the name of Rob. Nice guy. Different values and views (he wanted kids and I didn't; different views on money) and it culminated in our break up.
At the time I was working for an organic produce wholesale company in Burnaby. As was a guy named Michael. So this Michael guy had a pretty good sense of humour and was nice, but I never really "noticed" him.
One day I went over to the tech area to see him about an issue (for full disclosure: his boss at the time was Big D, who remains a close friend to this day) and I looked down at him and he was wearing this form fitting black t-shirt and a hat and I was like, "holy shit, this guy is really goddamn good looking". I had worked with him for months but I'd never really "noticed" him. Anyways, I probably said something totally sarcastic and biting and he probably installed a bunch of viruses on my computer, but ultimately we both ended up running the Vancouver Sun Run since the company was chipping in to foot our entrance fees.
This was my first 10k. For training, I ran 3k on a regular basis. And was winded. Let's just say I wasn't being all that I could be. Big D was in the same boat as I was and we ended up walking/running it together and it took us about an hour and a half (I can now bang off 10k in about 46 minutes). At any rate, after the Sun Run we were supposed to meet at a local restaurant with our coworkers, which we did. Michael was there. He drank a lot of pop (I'm guessing I had a beer). He then offered to give me and Big D a lift home, dropping Big D first. As we drove towards Burnaby I asked him about the girl he had been at the last Christmas party with and it appeared that she was out of the picture so I was like (score) "oh, that's too bad".
We get to Burnaby and, because he's had too much pop, needs to use my bathroom, so he comes up the apartment that I was sharing with Rob (who was working) and uses my lav and then leaves.
The totally stupid bit comes here: to get to the Sun Run I had driven my car to Metrotown and then taken the Skytrain downtown. I forgot my car. So I had to wait until Rob came home and then explained to him that I had gotten a lift from a coworker and had forgotten my, um, car, so he had to give me a lift to get it.
Blah blah. Fast forward: Rob and I were on divergent paths; we went to Cancun but I was emotionally vacant; we returned and separated; I continued my witty repartee with Michael and eventually ended up in his apartment in Kerrisdale with him telling me that I wasn't allowed to leave that particular night because all the streets were closed because they were shooting "Josie and the Pussycats" (they actually were) and, voila, eight year later here we are.