hell no!

A shy single girl sits at the bar with her friends. She sees a man who is far too good looking for this planet, let alone this bar. Her heart stops. She gapes at him for a moment and quickly looks away, not wanting to get caught staring.

As the night wears on, she continues to gaze over at her prince charming who seems to have changed out of his shining armor and into some delicious Zegna suit for the time being.

One time he saw her looking and caught her eye. She did her best not to literally melt into a puddle that resembles herself. But he looked away again after a moment and she convinced herself that "If he didn't feel the chemistry, leave the conversation he is in the middle of having and come running to me, it wasn't meant to be."

And so, at the end of the night she gets up from the table with her friends, heads out the door with one more glance back at him, and leaves.

Moment over. Dream gone.