One of your best friends tries to set you up with her "so ready to settle down" best guy pal, and guess what? He can't get involved with you at a 'conscious level'. You meet a guy in the oddest of circumstances leaving you with no belief other than that you were made for each other, and three years later when you cross paths in the Supreme Court, he actually runs as fast as one can in a full length gown past you to avoid even taking in the same air which you might have just exhaled.
Really now, people keep whining about how we are so damn cynical, but then do you really think its possible to look forward to anything which even suggests romance and happiness? The next time you're standing under a makeshift shelter from the rain and an attractive man also rushes in, I suggest you run as fast as your legs can carry you, because he's probably a serial killer. Find yourself warming upto a man you met on facebook in some common interest community? Guess what? He's a Woman. Face it, the happy ending is turning into an Urban Legend, right alongside waking up in a tub of ice with "CALL 911" scribbled on the mirror with lipstick. Come to think of it, the latter is more of a possibility.
Meg points out though, over dinner at Pot Pourri, that a Happy Ending is possible, It's called a Jack Daniels Chocolate Cup.
It takes my great friends for me to remember that we still have reasons to celebrate. :)