  The last few days have left me feeling very pessimistic about love. The fiancé of a good friend of mine flipped out, and the wedding, which was in three weeks, has been cancelled. The girl is amazing, and if this can happen to her, it can happen to anyone. I also came across an urlLink article about the pain of being a guy in love with an oblivious female friend , which, evidently, is a common predicament.
All this got me thinking about men, and women, and how they interact, and the (infinitesimal? ) chance that said interaction will lead to happiness for both parties. Suddenly, a million stupid War of The Sexes clichés seem like inarguable truths. Right now I love: tequila shots. They are the Elixer of Truth. 
