So I go to a party last night at the University. Something the Theologians were throwing. There was a band, and the music was good. I have no complaints about the party, but let's just say that it wasn't my night.

Not that I particularly care much about meeting girls at a party, in fact it's usually not my type of scene, but I was there so I might as well try my luck. Only problem was the lack of girls that I found even remotely interesting. I suppose when you have already found the one the playing field becomes that much more narrow. Regardless, there was one girl that ended up peaking my interest. Again, I'm not in Europe to meet girls, nor do I think it would really serve a purpose, but the prospect was sort of fun, and you never know what might happen. So, after working up the courage, I decide to go talk to her. Only problem is she seemed to be having a serious discussion with a friend of hers, and with them being at the coat racks I figured I wouldn't have another chance.

I figured desparate times called for desparate measures, and so I went forth with - yes - a 'line' that I have always wanted to try. The following is the exchange at the coat racks after picking up my jacket to leave:

'Hallo, do you speak English?'

'a little...'

'I'm sorry, it's just that you look familiar, have I seen you somewhere before?'

'No' She said a little wary of what was coming, it seemed to me, 'I don't think so.'

'You're Probably right, after all, I wouldn't let someone as beautiful as you get away.'

'...Thank You.' She said, maybe embarrassed, flattered, or all around disgusted. Either way I didn't stick around to find out - though later I'd wished I had.

And I walked off. Defeated.
Afterwards I had a new sense of confidence, and yet there was this feeling lingering of which I wasn't very accustomed to. It was almost like being heartbroken, but on a smaller scale, and hardly worth getting emotional about. Also, I found myself wondering what I could've done differently, or if maybe I had screwed things up. At the same time, though, this vigor was intoxicating, and I was so glad - just once - I got to use this cheesy line; despite the result, I was very happy. Still, a feeling of emptiness didn't leave me until I fell asleep last night, and it's hard to describe what exactly was going through my head.

I think they call it: Rejection.

I'm not sure though, I don't believe I've ever felt that before.