I'm sure I am not the only one to have an unrequited love. The fella one sees from afar, wishing perhaps some sort of happy accident, like both bending over to pick up a dropped item and bashing heads, to make him notice you.
So months, perhaps years pass, of chancing across this local bachelor, my ideal Jewish nerd. Perhaps one's stomach may swoop as he appears, walking mindlessly by as one's devotion screams silently across the distance. "If only," one ponders hopelessly.
Then the miracle happens. Someone redds him! "O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'' (The Jabberwocky, Lewis Carrol) Years of painful longing to be cast aside, as true love always triumphs! I now believe in romance, as divine music floats serenely above, awash in the glow of rainbows and ponies!
The date flops. His monotone, tedious dissertations had me dozing off. Our mindsets were not remotely eye to eye, providing we even made eye contact. Perhaps there was one bare chuckle of a shared joke. My soul's yearning has reverted back to Data.
After scurrying back into the house, praying for never any chance encounters again, I now see him more in the span of two weeks then I ever had in two years.