Behind so many of the troubles of our love lives lies a mystery.
Why do they behave as they do?
Why won't they signal their intentions clearly?
Why are they so theatrical, so focused on their friends, so unable to relax?
It isn't that we lack explanations for these sort of problems, especially after eleven at night.
It's very clear what they're up to.
They're not trying.
They're mean.
They're stupid.
They're out to ruin our lives.
