A/N: As this is my first time writing a fanfiction, I feel like I should address that fact.

This is my first Fanfiction.

Okay, that's done.

My favorite color is pink and I hate curse words with a passion, so that should do with introductions. I'm sure you're great, but we don't have time for that right now! It's story time!!

(I also don't own The Legend of Zelda, in case that was a question.)

I have a chief calling in life: I am one of the greatest wingwomen (female wingmen) you will ever have the opportunity to see. So, you're welcome for that. I should really get business cards. I am the person who people (mainly my guy friends) come to for relationship advice. I have helped quite a few of my friends get girlfriends, get the tact involved with asking someone about that particular subject, ask people to dances, you name it, I've helped someone with it.

If I have a bad feeling about something, whether it be from the beginning or some point in the middle, I tell whoever is asking for help. If the person is smart, he or she will abandon ship (See what I did there?) and move on, because if I have a bad feeling, the relationship is 99% of the time doomed from the start. It's when people don't follow my advice when they get hurt. I'll say something, they do the other, and I comfort them while thinking, I told you so, but I'm still gonna help you through it because I'm your friend, and that's what nice friends do. They then get over it, swear that I'm always right, and go on with their lives until they don't follow my advice again and get hurt once more.

'Tis a bitter cycle.

But I'm all for free agency. We all have the ability and opportunity to choose what we want to do. Some choices are just... better than others. I'm not here to say which choices are right, I'm just here to offer my right- I mean... humble- opinion.

The reason I'm incessantly ranting is because of one of my current clients who is a very good friend. Let me just tell you about this friend. He's great and I platonically love him. However, he's such an idiot. In the ways of romance and things, he is only semi-literate, and I am the one who he comes to for help.

Welcome to my TED Talk.

A/N: I swear I'm trying. I'm not usually the writer of the group, because that's where my brother falls. I hope you stick around for more!