Me: Late 20s, attractive, intellectual. You: Hot, emotionally unavailable, sociopathic, preferably with a neck tattoo

Lucy's "crisis" was low on the drama scale. She had recently become involved with a guy she'd met on the internet. He was hot, stupid and had the forearms of a Greek god. Lucy had a penchant for prison tattoos and women-haters. It was an unfortunate combination for a Women's Studies Phd candidate. This particular dirtbag had suddenly given her the cold shoulder without any warning and Lucy was visibly upset. Babs tried to console her friend, but she just couldn't understand why Lucy persistently fell for the same guy.