It was Stephanie’s 18th birthday and she wasn’t in a birthday-mood at all. “Cheer up, Steph, will ya,” Danielle patted her friend on the shoulder. “He was such a jerk anyway. You know you’ll meet the right guy soon.” Despite the comforting words, Stephanie snapped at her friend: “I’m sick and tired of this, I really am. You’re so happy with David, while I always get together with the wrong ones – what’s your secret?”
