I met this girl here at the university about a month ago. I was immediately drawn to her. I even was so bold as to get her number on our first encounter.

Throughout this course of time, we would always meet up before and after class. The attraction seemed instant. Within a week we were already at the 'touchy feely' stage of flirtation. Chemistry was there. I was hitting it out of the park when I normally would have been knocking singles around. I assure you, I was wary to not fuck this one up and was in state constantly when speaking to her. She knew that I was a busy, talented, go-getting, and adventurous guy. You could say things were going perfect. I really was getting into her.

You could also say I had a little case of oneitis.

Due to our conflicting schedules, we never got to set up a date. This weekend, however, I realized we were both free. So I texted her, setting up a date.

She didn't respond for a few minutes. Then she sent me something that sounded a lot like this:

"Man, I don't want to have to say this because you're a nice guy. But I just moved here and I really want to just focus on school and settling in. I'm sorry :("

... What?

What?

Things were going so well. She was all over me at university. Everything I said would be hysterical. She'd look over at me and smile. What could I have done wrong here? I've never had something so surefire and so good slip out of my hands like this ever before. Where did I mess up? Why doesn't she like me? Is it my looks? No, it can't be. Was I too needy? No way. Was it--

NO.

Stop.

I looked down at my phone, in shock. I went into the contacts section. Deleted her number. Deleted our conversation without giving it a second look.

You know what I did next? I cranked the SHIT out of some Rage Against the Machine, and worked out in my apartment until I couldn't go any more. I fucking rocked out. Air guitar and all. My body is dead tired, my arms shaking from the amount of punishment I was dishing out.

I'm not sure why I'm writing this--but it feels cathartic in a way. I need to do this for me.

Fabio, tomorrow, you are going to wake up and feel renewed. You are a fucking player. You're a stud, you fucking know it. You could have begged or worse, said "OH OKAY I HOPE THIS WON'T RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP!" BUT YOU FUCKING DID NOT DO IT. I'M GOING TO MEET OTHER, HOTTER, MORE INTERESTING WOMEN STARTING NOW!

I will not let this destroy me. I will rise, better than before. You will NOT control me. I decide who lets me fail, and YOU WILL NOT. I WAKE UP A STRONGER MAN TOMORROW.

Holy SHIT it felt good to write all that out. Good night!