She's like that chick in the local bar. The one that's completely trashed every time you go in. You sit on the other end of the bar, or in a booth, and hope she doesn't notice you. I mean, she knows your name, because she knows everyone's name. She is always there. She thinks you're friends because you talked to her once six beers in. You thank your lucky stars that your beer goggles were never THAT fuzzy, but you have a couple friends that you know succumbed, even though they refuse to admit it. You can tell by the way and the frequency she talks to them compared to you.

That's what I see every time I look at her.