There comes a time...
There comes a time in every girl's life when she gets a phone call from a friend who wants to know if [insert guy's name here] has a girlfriend and if she could have his number for [insert lame excuse here]. And at that time, you realize you really have no excuses not to give her the number, and you can only postpone it for so long by telling her you want to make sure it's okay to give out his number to someone else.
There comes a time when you watch the day go by and hold your breath while you wait for the verdict on the girl.
What? That doesn't happen to every girl?
It must be my luck then.
Finally, after so long (but really, it was only a few hours), you find out that there was no chemistry, no "click". You exhale. And life becomes good again. Sort of.