The pot calling the kettle black, as usual.

I'm sure everyone has had an experience similar to mine. You have a friend. That friend is interested in a guy, but the guy ain't interested in her. Old story, same violin. So in order to "help" or "assist" the friend in a, well, friendly or friendlike manner, you provide the old adage, "There are plenty of fish in the sea. Unfortunately, you got a bottom-feeder this time around." But then again, you, or in this case, I realize how often this has been said to me. More times than I care to remember. This situation has taken place twice this week: once over a very expensive long distance call to Israel, and my roommate. Both are women that I appreciate and love dearly. Both, not really, strangely enough, in the same scenario (or more similar than same). How many times do we tell ourselves in life that there are plenty other guys, or opportunities, out there that we have yet to meet, fulfill, understand, love? So let me go down the list.

Bobby, kindergarten.
Darryl, 2nd grade.
Devon, 8th grade.
Eddie, 9th grade (the feelings were mutual, but he was too embarassed to act on it).
Brad, 7th-11th grade.
Jeff, 12th (asked him to take me to prom. When he asked his girlfriend if it would be okay, she broke up with him).
Ron, Israeli soldier.
***last names have been omitted to protect the innocent, or in Ron's case, guilty douchebag.

And I think that's about it. And everytime, someone has told me, "There are plenty of fish in the sea." So why do I all of the sudden use such a terrible cliche? Maybe it's because we live in a society where we can't take failure, or the word "no," for an answer. Have we been conditioned as a society to always come out winners? If we have, then we are all in effect, losers.

And by the way, hasn't red tide depleted fish supply in T.G.I. Friday's restaurant menus in the past? It's more common than you think.