She fights the urge to bottom feed, what some call “settle.” It comes from her world immediate. Most of her girl friends are hitched, half to Winnebagos, the rest to trailers without tail-lights. She’d be lying if she said the odds didn’t scare her. Compatibility is king and when loved ones lose she takes note. Riley: 4 years. Caroline: 5 years. Maeve: 11 months. “Seven-year itch my ass! I could’ve measured my marriage with a stop-watch.” Parker isn’t her oldest friend but she is the most open about all things love. “I’ve seen my share of El Greco faces on the other side of wine glasses. Long and dead. So why did I stay? Why did I say yes to a second date? A third? A weekend in Santa Monica? Because the road to loneliness seems that much longer with…anybody. Jeez. Should’ve got my friggin’ free meal and split!“