Awh cute, it’s a Pity Me Elmo in its natural habitat. You, the product of a thousand generations of men who built empires with their bare hands and hunted animals much larger than themselves with crude spears, are afraid to approach some random bird because a girl from the time when mobile phones were used to call people rejected you?

Boo bloody hoo. You won’t get anywhere feeling sorry for your teenage self, and if you keep this shit up you’ll be back here in ten years saying you’re a 33 year old guy who has never been in a relationship because once upon a time when computers weren’t sentient he was told “no” by a girl who was lost in World War 4.

I’m not a doctor, but I am prescribing you 500mgs of cowboy the fuck up.