It's the classic story of childhood. At recess, a group of 10 children gather to play a game of touch football in the cool fall weather. Two team captains are chosen, and the choosing of the teams ensues. As a person who is waiting to be picked--you have this feeling of dread in your stomach...and it kills you.
No one wants to be picked last.
I don't have time to write it all out---but prepare for my tales of entering the online dating world later....