Consider the following scene:

OPEN ON A COLLEGE BAR/FRATERNITY/DORM ROOM. TWO PEOPLE, A YOUNG MAN AND A YOUNG WOMAN, SIT TOGETHER, TALKING AND LAUGHING, OCCASIONALLY DRINKING. THERE’S A FUN, CASUAL, FLIRTY VIBE IN THE AIR, PALPABLE TO ALL. ALL BODY LANGUAGE POINTS TO ROMANTIC POTENTIAL.

YOUNG MAN:
So, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.

YOUNG WOMAN (hopeful):
Um, sure.

YOUNG MAN:
Well, we’ve been hanging out for a while now and I really like you.

YOUNG WOMAN (putting herself out there):
I really like you, too. I’m having fun. You’re great.

YOUNG MAN:
Thanks…I’m really glad to hear you say that. Because I have a question I wanted to ask…

YOUNG WOMAN (nervously gulps from beer in preparation, wonders if this might have been a bad idea because she now has beer breath):
OK. Ask.

YOUNG MAN:
Your roommate…is she single? And since you think I’m great, could you try to get her to go out with me?

AND END SCENE….

And then repeat like ten times. That’s what college looked like for me, and probably for others.

I’d love to hear from people who successfully navigated from the disappointment of rejection through to acceptance. How were you able to be happy for your friends with a full heart, even when your heart feels broken? Is the secret time? Space? An overwhelmingly altruistic and beatific streak? Faith in the universe or God or something else?