I'm in the market to meet new and interesting people. All the best people I meet all leave. They get hurt by a lover and move across the country, they need a better job, so they move across the country, they get into a good school, so they leave, et cetera et cetera.
This is the story of friends in my life.
If I were any more pessimistic, and/or neurotic, I'd assume that they were running away from me.
But I'm not that neurotic .... only enough to notice.
I'm in the market to meet some new and interesting people.
