Maybe he just reads too many fairytales...

Dick always hoped he'd fall into the arms of a guy in a bookstore, someone he could slow dance under stormy skies with, and sleep into two on a Sunday with. Somebody like you.

He wants a love like the movies... You're perfection but nobody's ever good enough.

You two had snuck out to a bar one night, you gazed at the stars and laughed together drunkenly in a plain field, surrounded by fireflies. But no wonder he's had no luck...

You're not a girl...

That's why he'll never fall in love.