Love At First Cliché

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and the birds were singing.  That's when I saw her.  The sun glinted immaculately off her helmet as she ripped down the mountain behind me on her Norco Six-Three mountain bike.  For the love of god, can a guy ask for anything more?  She rode up beside me, stopping as she realized I had popped my tire.  She removed her helmet, revealing beautiful, long blond hair.  Her face was one that could make the angels sing; I could tell instantly that it was love at first sight.  She was so different from the others, free as a bird if you will.  I decided that I had to have her, so right then and there I asked her out on a date.  She replied with a no, saying she has a boyfriend.  Of course it always goes this way, if it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all.  However, I couldn't let her be the one that got away, after all, all is fair in love and war.  I tried to convince her to give me a chance, as it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.  Unfortunately, "it's not you, it's me," she told me.  She left and all I wanted to do was be around my friends to help me pull through the experience, especially since misery loves its company.