Why is it that girls manage to convince me of just how awesome they are right before they tell me that they have a boyfriend?

First, Tara tells me how the first album she bought was Siamese Dream. Then she tells me how she loves the Cure. Then she tells me how her boyfriend's roommate has the greatest hits albums.

Ah, I hate my life. I think I'll just become an ascetic monk somewhere, and forget all my bodily needs. Because it's all an illusion after all right?

And people wonder why I play RPGs. There's at least a chance of the hero winning in those.