Once upon a time, three friends, feeling old in their young 30s, gathered around the kitchen table to speak of life and love and heartache. Wine and advice flowed freely. Friend One laid bare her heart, full of love for yet the same Mistake who once again abandoned her whilst she pined for his touch. Friend Two gently, honestly asked, “How do you attract such a loser?” Laughter and a smile of agreement. Sighs. Friend Three cackled, managing a snort of appreciation at her own humor- “Girl, we are losers. Actually, we attract loser men so big at losing that we’ll call them Varsity Losers— look here’s the L for loser. Just add your middle finger for the V– Varsity Loser Guys! So I think we are the Varsity Loser Magnets.” Hilarity ensued as each shared pasts filled with Losers. Yet for One, the joke became the narrative of her love lives. She proudly wears the VL, tattooed on her heart… and her left shoulder for Friend Four who left the VL-Girls before the story ended. Oh, those Thirty-Somethings knew a bit of life, love, and heartache, and certainly if the future had been known… would have stepped confidently down the path before them to embrace each love and loss.