You were at your favorite cafe, talking to Daniel, the barista. You were very beautiful, and you could get any man, but somehow you were left alone. You didn't understand why you were always left by every rich man you tried to be with. You complain to Daniel, venting. He was drying a mug when he said: "If you would stop acting so shallow and stop being like a bitch, maybe you would be appreciated." Your eyes widen at his speech. "You know it's true. You'll never get a man who loves you."