Charlie Brooker: Agony Aunt

I love Charlie Brooker’s columns at The Guardian‘s Comment is Free site as much as I love his TV stuff. I’m just catching up on his posts after being offline for a while, and came across this gem:

Years ago, on a night out with a girl I was slowly going crazy for, the sheer weight of mental calculation left me unable to make any sort of move. We shared a cab together, and after it dropped her home, she sent a text message saying: “I wanted you to kiss me.” But the moment had gone. A week later she met the love of her life and that was that. It happens to everyone at some stage, obviously. But this was worse because it happened to me.