“I’m sick of being such a loser with the ladies!” Ricky complained. He was sitting at the lunch table with you.

His elbow rested against the table, chin resting against the palm of his hand. After him and his ex broke up with him, he had basically no luck with any woman. He then lifted his head up with a sigh. His hand went down to the wrong wooden table. The pads of his fingers silently drummed against the surface.

"Why don't women like me?" Ricky muttered the question. His eyes were on you like it was for you to answer.

"It's like these girl just don't want me," He continued, not giving you time to answer, "Just wish someone would like me the way I like them. It sucks, man."