I create opportunity for myself. I create chances. I pursue them. I woo them. I buy them flowers and chocolate and pretty little necklaces. I sing romantic songs to them. I write them love poems. I tell them how pretty they are. I tell them their beauty is stronger than a thousands suns. When the opportunities ignore me, I re-evaluate my strategy. I get a haircut, new clothes. I work out. I use breath mints. I speak to them in French, murmuring existential philosophy. I make my life exciting and fulfilling, and I exude happiness and satisfaction. Opportunities see me now. They come to me. They can't resist me. They want me. They buy me dinner. They give me chocolate. They tell me how pretty I am. They give me necklaces. They ask me to marry them. They say they'll love me forever.