I'm Working on a Novel.

It's going to begin like this:

"All my life I've been told what a great guy I am, how I would make some girl SO happy, or some other variation thereof. However, the people who tell me these things generally do not consider themselves to be members of my mysterious and exclusive society of adoring females. All things considered, I'm probably the greatest guy I know, and yet I can't shake the feeling that there's something wrong with me. How is it that the world's nicest guy can feel so alone? By alone, I don't mean that I don't have any friends or live in a basement by myself; I mean that feeling you get at the end of an evening when your friends go home with their partners and you have to drive home alone. I am talking about the loneliness which sets in when you head off to bed and realize no one is going to call you to ask how your day went or wish you good night. That's the sort of loneliness I mean."