DP has gone to look for Frank. Sometimes he just strolls around the block hoping he’ll see someone who likes him. Sally used to do this.
The last time I went for a walk looking for someone who liked me I wound up at the Pacific and decided not to swim. I thought about turning left and trying the Mexicans but I was afraid they might just like me for my money and I wouldn’t have enough to get home.
Oh, well, c’est la vie. Or as my college chum used to say, sest la vy.