Barry

It was so pathetically stupid of him to sleep with Rachel again. What was the matter with him?! Then she comes back with Mindy of all people and rats him out. The funny thing was, though, Mindy chose to still get married. Barry was shocked. He certainly felt very mixed up. Rachel was Rachel, you know. But Mindy...Oh man. He was really mixed up. Then he found out Mindy wanted Rachel to be her maid of honor! The awkwardness! It had just reached a whole new level. Barry cleared his head to focus on the person in front of him choking on their retainer. Rachel was the past. He knew that now for sure. Yes, it had been a lovely time, but Mindy was his true love. There was no going back to Rachel ever again.

Danielle

Chandler had been very sweet and funny. She got a strange message from him with clanging dishes in the background after their date, though. It was a little strange. Then she got another call later where no one answered her hello, but she did hear odd sounds and a squeak before they hung up. Could it have been Chandler? She wasn't sure. The next day she tried to call him, and it didn't go through. After a few tries, she went down to the cafe to see him. He was there with his friends.

"Hi," she said.

"Everyone, this is Danielle," Chandler said. She waved.

"I thought I'd pop in and see if you were all right. I couldn't get a hold of you on the phone."

"Oh. I'm great," Chandler answered.

"Good. So, call me sometime? We can go on a second date?" she asked.

"Sure," he nodded. She smiled and turned to leave. He was so cute! She couldn't wait to hear from him again. After three weeks, she got the message that he was never going to call her again, and it broke her heart a little. Was it something she'd said or did? She guessed she would never know.

Ethan

He loved her. Oh God did he love her. And the sex! It had been incredible! Ethan sat in his bedroom and tried to compose a letter to her since she wasn't taking his calls. He knew he was too young for her, but what was nine years difference anyway? Age was just a number. They were good together. No, they were great together. He had to see her. He eventually found her at the coffeehouse she frequented, and when he confronted her she said it was "icky."

Icky!

She'd actually used that word. Ethan couldn't believe it. Then she told him that if it had been a different time, she could have loved him. Oh, that had hurt so bad. Watching her leave had hurt even more. His 17 year old heart was about to burst. He went home and fell onto his bed. He would never forget her. He just couldn't. She had been is first love. First everything really. He closed his eyes. He could still smell her perfume.

Lydia

She felt a little sad that Joey had never returned. After all, he had been there for her at a time she needed someone the most, and he had even held her baby after the birth. Her own boyfriend hadn't bothered to show up for any of that. He came after, trying to smooth things over. Lydia kept thinking about Joey and how cute he was. She wished that things had been different. Perhaps they would have dated and fell in love. Lydia shook her head. She couldn't think these things, not if she was going to make her current relationship work. Joey had been the sweet guy who helped her give birth. That's all she could remember him as.

Dr. Franzblau

He knew he shouldn't have said the thing he had said to Rachel. If he had just kept his mouth shut, they'd probably be dating now. He had finished with Carol, Susan, and Ross's baby delivery, and he was finishing up his paperwork. He couldn't stop thinking about Rachel. She had gone home to change just for him. She seemed sweet and cute and hot, but then he'd blown it.

"If I see one more cup of coffee...what is wrong with me?" he groaned. Any woman would run screaming from that. He spent the next hour daydreaming about what it'd be like dating Rachel. Too bad he'd never find out.

Melanie

Joey was the sweetest! He was SO generous too. She'd never felt so pleasured in her life. She found it a little odd that he wouldn't let her return the favor, but who was she to complain? Most men were pigs and never spent any time being there for a woman. She hoped her fruit baskets showed her appreciation. His roommate certainly seemed to talk about them enough. After two weeks of dating, though, he stopped being so generous. Melanie realized that he really was just another guy who was all "me, me, me." It was heartbreaking. She couldn't even focus on her fruit baskets, but it had ended on good terms. Joey wasn't one to be mean. Melanie was grateful for that. She just wished things could have been more equal in that department.

Carl

Here he was sharing a story with Rachel and she suddenly just walks away and says she has somewhere to be. He was stunned. No woman ever walked away from him like that. He was Carl! Then her friend, Monica, came out, and she was smiling. Carl smiled back. She seemed nice, but she wouldn't shut up about her damn cooking. Carl couldn't wait to get out of there. Since things with Rachel appeared to be a bust, he got to thinking about a different woman he could date. Rachel was cute for sure, but her attention span sucked. He liked when women were attentive to his stories. He indulged Monica for a while before excusing himself. There was no sense in wasting an evening if he wasn't getting anywhere with anyone. He hoped Rachel would be happy with someone else. He wasn't a total jerk after all. He did wish people well.

Paolo

He couldn't help but smirk to himself. Sure, he knew Raquel was obviously upset about something to make her come down to his apartment and sleep with him and then again at her apartment. He figured he would enjoy it, though, as he knew it wouldn't last. He believed it had something to do with the Ross guy, but he wasn't sure what. Maybe he was dating someone and she didn't like it. Who knew? He cuddled with his cat. Raquel had just left. She had broken it off again, which he predicted, but he was okay with that. He was going back to Italy at the end of the month. He was working on a relationship over there that was better suited to him. He really hoped Raquel figured out what was upsetting her and felt better. Even though he knew he could be a jerk, he did care about her. He doubted he would ever see her again.

Annabelle

Joey had been really sweet. She wished she had slept with him sooner than wasting her time on Hombre man. They had gone out for coffee after Hombre man got fired for spraying his perfume into a man's face. He might even get sued, she wasn't sure. Anyhow, she and Joey had really hit it off, and she invited him back to her place after. She knew after he left the morning after she would probably never date him again or sleep with him again, and she felt a little sad. His gig at the store was temporary, and he wouldn't be there after a couple of weeks. Maybe she could get another round out of him. She pondered this as she helped customers. She craned her neck but couldn't see him at his usual spot. Her heart sank. She hadn't realized how much she enjoyed his company.

Joan

"I just don't understand," she cried to her mother, who patted her arm in an attempt to make her feel better.

"He's an idiot," her mother told her. Joan blew her nose hard. Then she groaned.

"I mean. I always knew I was nasally abundant, but did he have to point it out?!" she sobbed.

"He obviously didn't know how to handle it, dear," her mother sighed. This Chandler fellow sounded like a real asshole.

"He said bats flew out when I sneezed!" Joan shrieked. "Who says that?!"

"Assholes do," her mother nodded. She rubbed Joan's back softly. "There, there. Someone better will come along and not say such mean things."

"I hope he drops dead," Joan sniffed hard. "Or at least whoever he ends up with constantly rides his ass about what he does and looks like all the time."

"If you said he ate two burgers and a huge pile of poutine, then I think he might drop dead first," her mother said, thinking.

"I hate him," Joan whimpered. "Please hold me." Her mother rocked her back and forth gently. Joan hoped she never saw Chandler Bing ever again. It would be better for him if she didn't.

Janice

The look on Chandler's face! Janice couldn't help but keep laughing. When he saw her pregnant belly and the panic hit his eyes, she knew it had been so worth it. It was her last shot at him for being such an ass. She was happily married now, and she really had him to thank for releasing her back into the public as a single woman. She would have missed this opportunity otherwise. She smiled to herself as she rubbed her pregnant belly. Chandler was very much in the past now.

Allison

"Do I really have a big head?" Allison demanded. Her coworker, Jen, turned to look at her, surveying the point of topic.

"It's a little bigger than usual, but not out of the ordinary," Jen replied. She went back to her magazine.

"Chandler said he couldn't date me because my head is too big. Who the hell says that?!" Allison asked, angry.

"You dated Chandler Bing?" Jen snorted. "Really? The numbers guy?"

"Yea..."

"Honey, you can do so much better. He has major issues."

"Like what?"

"I don't know for sure, but I think he might be gay," Jen told her.

"Ooohhh," Allison said, nodding her head. Maybe that was it. Chandler dumped girls for stupid reasons because he couldn't really admit he was gay. That made sense. She went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. She so did not have a big head...

Duncan

"I'm getting married again. Her name is Debra."

Duncan thought about Phoebe's face when he said those words. She was visibly crushed, and he felt really bad. He wished he had realized sooner that he was in fact straight. Maybe they could have made their marriage work. He passed by a flower shop and decided to stop in. He didn't know her new address, but he knew her old one. He decided to send her a bouquet as a thank you and to remind her she was beautiful and would find someone to marry and love one day.

"Are these for you wife?" the woman asked, wrapping the flowers.

"My ex wife," he answered, which was the truth. She looked at him, puzzled.

"What for?"

"To say I'm sorry. I let her down," Duncan explained.

"You're sweet," the woman said. "You said ex, though. How is this going to help you work on your marriage?"

"It's not. I just thought she'd like them."

"I see."

"Thanks," Duncan said, leaving her in charge of delivering them. He had to meet Debra very soon to tell her the good news. He took one look back towards the direction of where he left Phoebe. He really did hope she was all right.

Jade

She really, really missed Bob. The time she spent with the Chandler fellow was very...ehhh. He just didn't do it for her. She could tell he was really trying, and good for him, but it wasn't meant to be. She wanted Bob. She couldn't have Bob, though. She hoped she never had to see Chandler again. Pretending to have a good time was so hard. She dialed the number again, hoping to get Bob. She started leaving a message, and before she finished, she hung up. It was stupid after all. Three years was long enough to forget someone. She would just have to move on. She hoped no one else heard her message except Bob. That would be so embarrassing.

Michael

Rachel had been so incredibly distracted at dinner. He almost wished he hadn't bothered with the date at all aside from the fact he thought he could get lucky. He didn't. She went on and on about cats and someone's girlfriend. It didn't make much sense. It could have gone well if she hadn't gotten drunk to boot. She had apologized profusely about not making it a fun time for him, and he told her not to worry about it. Then he'd told her about closure, and she nagged the neighboring man to use his phone to leave a message for some guy named Ross. Well, that made a lot of sense.

"Hey, Monica?" he said into the phone now.

"Yea?"

"Don't ever set me up on a date again."

He hung up before she answered back. That was his closure from that ridiculous date. Now, he was going to go out to a bar and pick up a woman the old fashioned way. Or did they still do that sort of thing? It really had been a while.