As I sit next to her, i can’t help but notice, she says nothing. And when she does speak, it’s nothing i want to hear. I’m her ‘gal-pal’, her ‘go-to-guy’, her friend. Doesn’t she understand that I want more than that? That when I humiliated myelf in front of her that nothing would make me happier than to have her be impressed by me? But none of that really matters.