Give up and move on? Have you never watched any chick flicks, it doesn’t work like that at all.
OK, so you’ve been knocked back. What will happen next is this girl will get married to some sleaze bag, who whilst seemingly charming and successful in public, knocks her about a bit and kicks her back doors in. You’ll lose touch and drift apart. You’ll start a new life as a perpetual bachelor; you’ll have lots of nice female friends to go to shows with and you’ll probably share a flat with a slightly odd guy with a provincial accent. You’ll open a craft shop of some type overlooking a café so that you can gaze wistfully through your foppish fringe at the lovers who had a big enough set to ask each other out in less than 20 years of knowing each other.
5 years later, just as you are reaching the point of no return, Pringle sweater draped over the shoulders, taking the dog for walks on Hampstead Heath (you won’t actually have a dog) you will be getting on the tube when you bump into a young lady and knock her books all over the platform. You will both bend down to pick up the books and clash heads, at that moment you realise it’s the girl. You’ll go for a coffee (maybe some crepe action if you’re still into that sort of thing) and she will realise that you are soul mates after all.
The only spanner in the works is her husband, who just happens to be competing in a world championship MMA tournament in a few weeks’ time. You’ll meet some old Japanese guy, do some odd jobs around his garden which turns out to be perfect training for the almost lost art of ‘badger style’ kung fu. You will enter the tournament, you’ll take a bit of a pasting early on but somehow reach the final beating the husband using your new ‘bombers’ technique and run off into the sunset with the girl.
Bookmark this thread and come back in 6 years (7 tops) and say it isn’t so.