"And what did he say to that?" I asked, knowing this was my first mistake.

"It wasn't what he said, it was what he didn't say," she lamented.

I'll bite, I think. "Okay, what was it that you would have liked him to say?" 

Thus begins, a well thought out, highly articulate, passionately presented stream of consciousness extolling her virtues, capabilities, fashion sense and every other thing, in her lifetime, she accomplished. "He should have told me all that when I asked what he thought of me, why didn't he?"

"Right. Why didn't he?" I said. "Perhaps," I offered, "he knew he couldn't put it out there as well as you just did. I am sure, certain, convinced, absolutely and definitively clear he would have said all you wanted to hear, had he been as articulate as you."

"Ya think?" her eyes opened wide in anticipation of my nod of agreement.

"So, what did he say?"  He said, "you are a lot of fun to be with."

Right.  

Last heard, she has a new love interest. He's being reshellacked right now. It's perfect. I wish her well.