The men I meet don’t even try
What do you mean?
They don’t even try to see “me”.
They just want things.
It’s all, like, a big game
Doesn’t sound like a very fun game
It’s not.
I’m lonely.
Is it me?
Am I doing something wrong?
You? No.
You’re fantastic.
Any guy would be lucky
To date you
Then what is it?
It’s just… opportunity.
Somebody good will come along.
They will. They’re out there.
Well they need to come ashore then
Oh… and, um… Owen?
Yes?
How did you know that
Janey was the one?
And don’t tell me
‘I just knew.’
I hate that answer
When I first saw her she was…
Just standing by a window.
I looked at her, and
I literally couldn’t breathe for a second.
Would you say the initial attraction
Was physical?
Sort of yes.
More… metaphysical.
I knew she was an artist,
I’d heard of her, but
I had never seen her.
Now I was just… struck dumb
Did you talk to her?
No, because I was struck dumb.
I did eventually.
She just fascinated me, I mean,
You’ve known her longer than I have.
Yeah, you were the first decent guy
She dated.
Well… sort of decent
No she went out with some real losers.
… and so have you.
But you’ll meet someone.
My whole point.
I hate being patient.
I was never any good at it
Then hurry about things
You CAN control.
Don’t worry about guys.
Maybe you could take up parkour…
Sigh.
Even my male friends don’t even try