The woman who is the protagonist of “Johnny Angel,” is really a young Eleanor Rigby. I don’t approve of sitting by the door and waiting for Mr. Right, but I don’t seem to be able to deal with the Mr. Wrongs, so instead of going to get drinks with my friends—and I only have a few—or even chatting up guys in line at the grocery store or video rental place, I cook myself wonderful meals and sit on the front porch. I think Mr. Right should arrive on your doorstep. Maybe some relative of the stork brings him.