The answer is no.  You can only get a regular fries if you order a Diet Coke.  If you get the salad AND the Diet Coke, then you can order the supersize fries with full impunity.

 
Okay, so you're all ready to believe that and are grabbing your keys to head through the drive-through, which is probably why if he says to you, "It's not you, it's me," you don't believe him.  No, you instantly fly into a tizzy of, "Gosh, if I was just taller, shorter, skinnier, prettier, younger, had bigger boobs and a smaller badonkadonk (sadly, I had to ask my daughter for the spelling), he would love me."
 
He knows himself better than you do.  If he says he's an -- hmmm, how do I say this -- a hoofed animal resembling a donkey -- believe him!  Why immediately assume there's something wrong with you?
 
Of course, we all know that rejection sucks.  It's so personal, it's so hurtful, it's sooooo - rejecting.  And Mr. Okay, that guy you were ho-hum about, when he rejects you, suddenly turns into Mr. Perfect that you just weren't good enough for.
 
Now this rejection thing is certainly not exclusively a female disease.  I've had plenty of male callers with the same phenomenon. They take it even harder than we do, but they react differently.  They don't necessarily think there's something wrong with them,  they think the woman doesn't realize how wonderous they are and set out to show her.
 
There's also another big difference with how men react to rejection or break-ups.  They have so much more trouble getting over it.  Don't believe me cause they don't show it?  Ha.  You may think they are turning their feelings off like a faucet, but it's so untrue.  We scream, we cry, we beat our heads against the wall and talk about it endlessly.  We drive friends, family and anyone else who might have the misfortune to be in our presence crazy.  Why, I've even seen the family dog packing its little bag and trying to escape our endless rantings.
 
But we get it out.  We process it.  We feeeeel it.  We make everyone else feeeeel it.  We may go through hell for months, whereupon we look back at ourselves in horror and say, "What was I thinking?  Next!"
 
As for him, he's tried to cut off his feelings.  In fact, he took those feelings and stuffed them into a neat little box and put them up on the top shelf of his closet.  Problem is, those little boxes are defective.  They leak!  And every time he opens the closet door, he's forced to deal with those feelings, a little at a time.  I've talked to guys who are still processing their rejection and broken heart YEARS later. 
 
Who's laughing then, my dear?  So remember that guy back at the beginning of this who rejected you? See, you barely remember that dude.  Really, what do you want with him?  Baby, he didn't even have the good taste to realize what a prize he had in you.
 
Your badonkadonk is just perfect.  In fact, everything about you is sheer perfection.  So go ahead, supersize those fries -- just for today -- but remember, be sure to order the Diet Coke and salad along with it, just ask for the Life According to Laurie special.