Many many years ago I ran the back office of a futures broking firm in Sydney and spoke everyday to sort out trading problems with a fellow who did the equivalent job at an American firm. He had a beautiful voice and I would daydream about how gorgeous I was sure he must be. We got on famously as well, he even started calling me his Miss Perfect.
After about a year we finally organised to meet for lunch when he was in Sydney. I thought I was actually going to meet the man of my dreams, be swept off my feet and live happily ever after.
I spotted him across the restaurant as the waiter took me to his table, he was even better than I imagined, I actually went weak at the knees. As I sat down, he stood up, took my hand to shake and said “I certainly wasn’t expecting a blonde bimbo” picked up his jacket and left.
From that day on, he always got his second in charge to take my calls and we never spoke again.
I was truly devastated.