I'm not a therapist, but...

"So Billy still hasn't called me back."
"Really? When did you call him?"
"Like three days ago."
"Ohmigod, that totally sucks."
"Tell me about it. I thought we really had a connection."
"Well, maybe he's super busy."
"Yeah, but doing what? It's not like he has a job or anything."
"He could be a little intimidated."
"By me?!? Why?"
"You're this really cool chick, and you got your shit together, and maybe he thinks he's just not good enough. Is he from a broken home?"
"Oh wow. He IS the product of divorced parents, and doesn't get along very well with his mom."
"See? That relationship totally dictates his future relationships with women!"
"You know, he does have trouble expressing himself to me. I've been trying to help him better communicate by being open and receptive."
"Exactly! You have to just let him know that it's OK, you DO want to be with him. He just needs a little reassurance."
"Ohmigod, you are totally right! And here I was thinking he was blowing me off! Quick, hand me the phone."
[Cut to: Billy, on a couch, surrounded by Bud cans, playing "GTA San Andreas"]
Roommate: "Dude, some chick named Ariel's on the phone.'
Billy: "Who?"