The Exciting Life of a Postgrad

So I'd psyched myself up to invite her out for coffee by the end of the week, but as of last night, she has a boyfriend. I'm starting to wonder if there's a deity somewhere, whom I've denounced, that's shitting on me, because things like this keep happening. That, or I'm infinitely worse at reading people than I thought I was.

Have you ever been diagnosed with a personality disorder?