Love The One You're With

Back at my institution I had friends. One of my best friends hadn't graduated yet. Another best friend had recently moved back for a job. I had my pub buddies. And my really good friends in the Boston area were only 2 - 2.5 hours away. I lived alone in my one bedroom apartment, but I was never really alone.

We I got to Ithaca, I had no one. I shared an office with my ex, and everybody loved and was friends with my ex. So it was a little awkward. I was working like crazy and not really trying hard enough, I guess. When I first got there a female grad student asked me how things were doing. I responded with, "Well, I haven't done much, but my apartment is really nice." Apparently when she asked me again, I had the same answer. She looked at my with disdain and said, "That's what you said before." I was hurt. As time went on, I had not gotten a key to the building. Other students would ask me, "Do you have a key, yet?" When I responded, "No", they just laughed. At the time I thought it was rude. Maybe they were, but I was doing a very god job myself. I should have asked people to lunch. I should have asked them to come with me to get the key. I should have invited them to my huge apartment. But I didn't. They gave up on me, and I gave up on them. What is this? Nail number 3?
(Title: Love The One You're With, Stephen Stills)