We make our own fortunes, and call them fate. And what better excuse to choose a path than to insist it's our destiny? But at the end of the day, we all have to live with our choices ... no matter who's looking over our shoulder.
Nate: You have two options. One. Man up, go to war and fight for the girl you love. Or just forget her. Move on to a palette cleanser. And forget her. Dan: So you're saying my only choices are extreme emotional vulnerability with a good friend, or meaningless sex with a stranger. Nate: Pretty much. Dan: Alright.