You stare at your computer screen, and a useless dating site stares back at you. It's barely given you an connections, only one conversation with a lady, and no dates. Your cell phone interrupts your funk.

"Hi Bill, what's up?"

"'What's up?' We were supposed to go to the bar tonight!"

"I said I'd think about it." You look back at the web page, wondering if the bar could be any better than this.

"So? You've thought about it. Are you coming?"