Ryan is probably the best friend you could ever have. He’s always there. If you need help moving house, backup in a fight, or a melancholy chat, Ryan is your man. But in saying that, he’s not exactly someone you want dating your sister. He’s the kind of guy that will use that joke where the woman asks, “does this dress make me look fat?” and the guy replies, “no it’s your fat that makes you look fat; the dress is fine,” and he’ll actually mean it. He once broke up with a girl by saying: “there’s nothing wrong with you; there’s just too much fresh meat getting around at the moment.” He was standing right next to me when he said it, and he didn’t even warn me or anything. It bothers me a little the way he talks to women, but they don’t seem fazed by it at all. Although he’s not the best looking guy, he’s has more success with women than anyone I know. He always picks up girls that are either really nice, or really attractive, or both. And me? Well I can’t even remember the last time I even talked to a girl.