No

Your heart absolutely sank. There it was. The word 'dating' followed by the hyperlinked name of her boyfriend. You looked at his profile and couldn't get much from it. What was her type? What was she into? You could tell she was into running which would explain the ass of the millennium, but there wasn't much else to be gleaned from either of their profiles. You quickly closed the page and resigned yourself to focusing on other possibilities. She didn't seem like the type to step out on her partner anyway, which was nothing if not admirable. You sighed and distracted yourself with some video games.

Over the course of the next few weeks you had made small talk with Courtney when possible but made sure to try and make it clear that you weren't trying to put any moves on her. You may have moved her to the 'unavailable' category in your head but you still couldn't help but be attracted to her. It was simple biology after all. You made jokes and conversation and felt comfortable enough to finally send her a friend request on social media. To your surprise and delight, she quickly accepted. You made very brief and casual conversation over the social media platform that eventually grew to be more detailed and in-depth. You even got her number. She was still unapproachable and probably even out of your league but you figured you had it in case her relationship status happened to change. You texted back and forth, mostly joking about Corey and her own annoying neighbor, Steve. You enjoyed your conversations with Courtney a great deal and you seemed to get along pretty well.

With college comes the inevitable drinking and partying and drinking. Followed by even more drinking. After a night of particularly heavy drinking you found yourself staring at the text conversation between you and Courtney on your phone. The feelings you had for this girl were gnawing at you, even after you tried to shelve them. With your **** addled mind you made a decision. You were going to open up and tell Courtney exactly how you felt about her. Just lay it all on the line. If she reciprocates, great! If not, then you'd deal with the fallout later. That was a challenge for sober you, right now drunk you was typing out a wall of text explaining how into this girl you are. You hesitated before hitting send, but ended up taking the leap. You checked your phone once every 3 seconds waiting for any kind of reply. Something, anything was better than nothing.