“It never works out,” my friend cried on the other end of the phone.
It was past midnight, and my friend had just broken up with her boyfriend of two months.
The “it” my friend was talking about — the one that never works out — is dating.
I listened to her cry and bemoan her singleness for a while (until about 1:30 a.m.) before I told her the cold truth: If you define a dating experience as “working out” when you meet the love of your life and end up living happily ever after … well, 99 percent of the time, it isn’t going to work out.
I’m a realist. And my friends know that I am not afraid to be brutally honest when necessary.