I get up from my inner rant, and stand on the coffee table.  “What the heck is wrong with us?!  We are strong, beautiful, and independent women!  Why are we spending our nights alone!?” 

Taeyeon answers, “I think I’m just too picky.”  Tiffany agrees.  “I mean, I know we are all too picky.  If we weren’t picky, we’d be in relationships now.  But look at our clientele, look at the people we work with, they are all gorgeous and put together.”

“But with little personality, Tae.” Fany adds. 

“You two are both right.  We are surrounded by models, good looking, hard bodied, gorgeous men that are at first too good to be true and later too dense to even approach.”

“Seriously, when is the pizza getting here?” Tiffany interrupts.  The door rings.  And she runs to the door. 

“Surely there a normal guys, outside our circle, that are gorgeous and kind and intelligent and has the potential to be our absolute boyfriend, right?” I continue my speech.  “Someone with light mocha skin, dark hair, full lips, a lean body with chiseled arms and abs and, and,” I was lost in my fantasies around this time. “…and someone who can dance, really well, like Rain, or like that kid from SHINee, except not as young, and did I mention he should be tall and fit?  Someone like…”

“Pizza is here!”  Tiffany yells.  I turn around and I am staring at the incarnation of my very fantasy.  My absolute boyfriend.

“Someone like him!” I point to the pizza delivery man…boy.  He lifts his head up and I see his dark eyelashes and refined jawline and full lips and sun-kissed skin.  “Oh my gosh, he exists!”

“Woah, he’s beautiful,” Taeyeon agrees to my description as I smile with my head cocked to the side and filled with very impure thoughts of the delivery boy in front of me.  Suddenly I feel goosebumps all over my body.

“Ha ha ha! Oh my gosh, ha ha ha!  My girlfriends are drunk, don’t mind them,” Tiffany stares at the tall boy as he removes his hat, scratches his head and looks confused and cocky at the same time.  "You are very good looking."  He puts his hat back on, exhales a long sigh, and holds his hands out.  Tiffany moves towards him uncontrollably, but realizes what she’s doing and mouths at me, 'he is fine!" and fans herself.  She moves behind him and takes photos of the delivery boy before them.  He is still holding his hand out.

“Umm, he’s making contact,” Taeyeon breaks the silence.