I sit at the table, waiting for the boyfriend I know won't come to pick me up. Running my hand through my long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair, I wonder what he doesn't like: my 5'1" frame, my hazel eyes, my pale, pale flesh, or the fact that I am 107 pounds. The bar sounds a little rowdy around me, and I wish he hadn't told me to wait here, but what can I do now, I have no idea where I am! So I sit quietly and wait.