I don't want to be negative, FWIW, i want to be positive, but just as the smile starts to creep across my face we have a Swindon, or a Wycombe, then a Tranmere.
It is similar to pulling a bird, looking forward to what that might bring, then her falling asleep in the taxi on the way home. You can think of what could have been, you can hope to meet her again, but for that night, until the next successful conquest, you're a bit p*ssed off