And ending up paying for the slob's drink.

Best friends come together because of their shared crises: the first time they shave their legs, the memories of first loves, the remnants of last loves, and an encounter with a creepy Caucasian slob who hit on them while being a sexist jerk.

I also decided to become a cyborg.

"What's been going on with you?"
"Not much. A lot. I stopped falling in love. And you?"
"I fell in love."
"I know."
"Does that mean you could be my rebound, my meantime, if I ever needed one, since your heart will never be broken again?"
"I wouldn't know. I never listen to my heart anymore."