Carla sighed, and looked down at the leaflets spread in front of her on the table

Note-Thanks for reviews! You don't know how much it means…actually, if you write yourself then you probably do… I think Elliot is quite OOC in this chapter, so sorry for that! Thanks SockFiend for pointing out that Carla's a lefty, but I think I'm gonna keep her right just for this. Anyway, on with the show…

Elliot sat in the restraunt, looking at the man across the table from her. After giving up at the hospital she had decided to try internet dating, and so far she had been lucky! The guy she had opted for was gorgeous: black hair and olive eyes! His name was Ben.

"So…Ben…" Elliot grinned flirtatiously whilst digging into her steak. "What do you do?"

"I'm an accountant" Ben smiled. "You?"

"I'm a Private Practise physician" said Elliot. She was so busy smiling at Ben that she didn't notice her knife slip on the meat until it was too late, and her favourite white blouse was spattered with bloody steak-juice.

"Frick!" she yelled. Half the restraunt turned to look at her, before resuming their meals. She dabbed at her top with a paper napkin, before turning at smiling at her date again.

"Sorry…so, tell me about your life!"

"Well, there's not much to tell" Ben replied. "I was in the Navy for a short spell. And then I got into accounting, unbelievable! It was round about then my divorce came through…"

"What about before that?" Elliot interrupted, not wanting to get onto the topic of ruined marriages.

"Well…I didn't have such a good time at school, didn't feel comfortable. I always got on well with women; they helped me feel less different. But something was always wrong; I could never put my finger on it…"

A waiter bent down to pick up a dropped dishcloth. Elliot began to look…before realising that Ben was looking too, with a dreamy look on his face! Suddenly, Elliot clocked, and her face fell. She made her excuses, and left the restraunt in a hurry.

Damn it! Of all the cute guys she could have chosen to date tonight she had to pick the confused gay guy! Just her luck. Her life had been perfect with Keith. Why couldn't she just love him like she used to? No, that was out of the question. Since the break up, she had stood by as he turned from a respectable intern to a sour man who only insulted her when he saw her.

Would she ever get a decent guy? Would she ever fulfil her lifelong dream of getting married and having kids? She was already on the good side of thirty!

She flipped open her cell phone and hastily tapped in Carla's number. Voicemail. Then she tried JD. No answer. Then Turk, Jordan, Melody. Hell, she even tried Dr Cox! Nobody answered.

She was so preoccupied with her phone that she didn't notice the sidewalk finish. She tripped on the curb, and her shoe heel broke in two. She fell and hit her head on a lamppost.

"Frick on a stick…"