A Lloyd Dobbler conversation.

A tip for you ladies out there: You may THINK that the guy that you're friends with (the one that you have been hoping for the past five-odd years or so will develop into a full blown relationship that will include weekly jaunts to the grocery store, Sunday afternoon picnics at Dolores Park, bike rides to the coast and back, watching episodes of Grey's Anatomy without once wondering what would have happened if you had gone to med school instead, and afternoons spent playing new music that he has never heard of and will therefore marvel at your wonderful and discerning musical taste) will one day turn to you and say, "You're amazing. You're wonderful. I want to spend the rest of my life with you because there is no one I'd rather be with."

Well. I'm sorry, but the odds are against you. Because if you haven't closed the deal yet, it's just not going to happen. Give it up and go to the nearest bar and down about 3 vodka tonics and find someone who doesn't know that you were a Girl Scout in middle school or that you blundered during your review with your boss. Don't worry, that dull ache that you will feel when you hear him moan and groan about his latest office crush or botched up blind date will pass, especially when it's aided by a helpful fifth of Jack Daniels.