
You check your Facebook page. On top is the news flash that Sigal Hasterson your last remaining facebook friend has de-friended you. This is a low blow. Sigal's only other Facebook friend was his own mother, who never posted or liked anything Sig posted. Hell the book page was a desperate attempt by both of you to seem popular. Can't even pull that one off in cyber space. This sucks. You dress up in your best rags and hit the bar. Sitting by yourself in the corner and moping over a series of beers. A lot of beers. That's when a pretty Mollkin lady asks if she can sit at your table. You of course agree. A long conversation starts up and you forget to finish that last beer. Totally absorbed in exchanged stories of your shitty lives. Your heart swells. Could this be the love you have been waiting for?