When I'm out alone, out all alone in LA, I look at the couples around me, and I judge them. Perhaps unfairly.
I see older, affluent guys with much younger, beautiful Asian wives.
I see well-groomed, well-dressed, but ultimately dorky and unattractive guys with supermodel girlfriends.
I see horribly mannered, grating voiced, screw-faced girls with nice-looking, earnest, affectionate, devoted dates.
And I think, there must be someone for everyone.
These people have found love.
So why am I alone?
Why haven't I?
If I was one of those horrible girls, I would have a date.
If I was one of those attractive girls, I would have a date.
So why don't I have a date?
Who am I?
There must be someone for everyone.
So who is for me? Who am I for?
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