Boyfriend Crisis Centre: Opening Soon

A friend called during work and made me listening to her grief: she feels ugly! She thinks she’s not attractive, hence, no guys are interested in her. This was supported by a proof that she’s been single for a couple of years.

Of course I said she’s wrong; she’s pretty, smart, and independent. She has all quality.

“Then why I’m still single? Why I don’t have a boyfriend?” she continued moaning.

I had spent almost an hour to explain that maybe: 1) she enjoys her life right now and is not really looking, and 2) because she’s not really looking she’s sending that signal to all guys.

Another day we continued the session, where she wanted to be taught how to flirt. She wants to find a man (that’s her new year resolution!) and she wants me to teach her how. So I told her all the basic techniques I know, complete with the comparisons and examples. Lately she told me that the technique works, at least when she’s hang out at some place with her friends, guys pay attention to her. She hasn’t met her future husband yet, but hopefuly if she continues practicing the lesson, she’d meet someone.

One night at 11pm an SMS went to my mobile. It’s from my friend, saying that she (might) have just broken up with her boyfriend, and the wedding might be off. The next day I got an email from her boyfriend, saying the same thing. I replied to him, secretly sent the copy to her, called her, and told her if she loves him she’d have to fight for him. I don’t know whether she applied my crap or not, but they went back together. And yes, the wedding’s back on the table!

All of this made me think that actually we DO need a boyfriend crisis centre. Think about it, we’ve got marriage crisis centre, drug rehab centre, AA, and so on. Why not Boyfriend Crisis Centre? We have it on every woman’s magazine, why not in real life? I imagine a pinky wall-to-wall office with large fresh roses on the reception, cute hunks with husky voice as receptionists who would treat the “patients” nicely. A “Men from Mars and Women from Venus” and other self-help books are on the magazine racks. A fresh-from-the-oven low carb stroopwafels from Aaltje Bakery (if you’re curious, click on Bartele on my friends list), homemade chocolate and a glass of organic juice on the table. A huge powder room with wall-size mirror so the patients can continue their gossip after therapy session. A fortune teller booth so they can gain their self-confidence back. And of course, the therapists. They have to be men and women, because we need to hear from both sides.

I need an investor. I believe this would work!

Anyone?