So there’s this guy in a quiet little pub on the outskirts of London. He finally gathers the courage to confess his feelings to the girl he’s been secretly in love with for months.
He takes a deep breath, walks over to her, and says, “Listen… I think you’re brilliant. I think you’re beautiful. And I think… I’m in love with you.”
She looks at him kindly and replies, “Oh… that’s sweet. But I only see you as a friend.”
The bartender, who’s been polishing the same glass for 10 minutes just to hear how this would end, pats the guy on the shoulder and says, “Cheer up, mate. At least the beer won’t reject you.”
The guy sighs, raises his glass, and says, “Yeah… but even my beer is cold.”
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