Melissa loved him. She knew she did. Of course, she didn't actually know him, and she realized that she probably never would-he was a big movie star, thus making him special and sought after, and she was just a nobody. But that didn't erase her feelings for him. She loved all of his movies, and she loved the man (she thought) he was-the one who was cute and funny and charming during his interviews and behind-the-scenes antics. She scoured the internet and all the latest tabloids for information about him. She constantly pined over him, and hoped against all hope that she would one day meet him.

One night, she was at a bar with a group of people. At one point, she glanced across the room and saw him. He seemed to be talking with some friends, but she didn't care. She knew that this was her only opportunity to make herself known to him. So she went over to him and started flirting. As unbelievable as it is, this actually worked and she piqued his interest. They talked and flirted for a few hours, and then she went home with him.

In the morning, they exchanged numbers and he expressed an interest in seeing her again. In fact, he asked her on a date for the following night. Melissa was completely elated. Her wish had come true. When she got back to her apartment, however, she suddenly realized that she no longer had an interest in him. It had really been about the chase, after all,, and the fact that this man was (seemingly) unattainable. For Melissa, attaining the unattainable meant that it was no longer valuable, and she no longer wanted it.