An imaginary boyfriend comes in handy when you get to the coffee shop where you plan to plant yourself for hours and see a guy who picked you up at a bar about six years ago, who you made out with once and who never called. When you called him he apologized and said he was getting back together with his ex-girlfriend. When you see him, you think asshole. But you feel like a loser because you are single and he probably married that girlfriend. Then you think, I'm not single, I have a boyfriend. Who cares if he's imaginary. As far as the asshole's concerned you're not single. And you stand taller. Not that you talk to him or anything.
Grateful for: my imaginary boyfriend.