I've got this great apartment. it's huge. Three bedrooms, each with a private bath. There's even a sunken tub, and a jaccuzzi. There's two fire places, and the furniture is probably the best on the market.
So why am I depressed? Bored. Lonely. I'm tired of being lonely. I could go out and compell someone to join me. But, I don't like using that power. I want someone to want to be with me. For who I am, not what I am. Is that really so much to ask?