Nah, that one girl that is back in Dallas that I invited to go to the Rangers game because I won tickets. Her roommates birthday is the same day I guess. So I wasn't technically turned down I suppose but if love did exist, it would've found a way.
(I hope every time I say "Love Isn't Real" you guys don't think I am actually being serious. It's just a running joke at this point.)
Your best bet is to box up your emotions and never let them surface until it gets so bad that you die of a stroke at the age of 43 from it. That's my plan, anyway.

