At first I was really stung. I was taken aback, and it really hurt.

But then I thought about it, and I think he's right. Why else would it be that so many people love me, and think I'm brilliant and wonderful and beautiful and sexy and all that stuff. They love me, but they don't want to be with me.

I'm not partner material, whatever that means or is. I don't know. But it does explain a lot...

I just get worse.