Nobody said this next part would be pretty. There's bound to be a lot of this sort of stuff as things play out (and if you don't know why I'm feeling so good, check out Clinton here, or her poll numbers here). [And a hat tip to Anglachel, who drives traffic to me, and whose enthusiasm for Clinton makes me unworthy.]
I don't know where we heard it, or came up with it, but among my gay friends we used to have a little phrase for people who were feeling too jaded by romance: a mock Maitre D call in a restaurant - "Bitter, party of one? Your table is ready."
In the spirit of that, let's give a little sympathy to those feeling the pain: