All he does is whine about being lonely. He complains that I don’t understand what it’s like since I’m married. (<Sarcasm>Because you know when I was born I was automatically assigned a hot babe as a wife. I didn’t have to date or anything.</sarcasm>) So it’s a constant barrage lately of him babbling how he is going to die alone.
Well, of course he’s alone. He’s depressing as hell to be around. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. It’s not like he does anything to avoid his self-proclaimed fate either. You know, like asking girls out.
He can be a great guy, but when he gets into these moods he’s a pain in the butt. I don’t suppose any of you ladies out there would like a special project? No? Well, then would it be unethical for me to sneak up behind him with a shot of prozac? Because until he lightens up, he is definitely staying single.
