Reader, I'm so sorry, that's rotten. (((hugs)))
I could use the support of my sistren too. No particular incident, just still painfully dateless. I'm going to an awards banquet on Saturday and won't have anyone to sit with since the friends I'd counted on seeing won't be there. I have a fabulous new dress and lovely new shoes for the occasion, and no one to wolf-whistle at me... unless I return to my local CVS, where the possibly drunken panhandler may have more compliments for me. How bad is this: the last time he commented appreciatively on me, I didn't even get offended. I just giggled foolishly. That is how starved I am for male validation, apparently.
It ain't pretty.