The most pathetically funny love related stories I have is one that revolved around my senior prom that I have still never told anyone about. I had been friends with a boy since 1st grade and he asked me to prom. I had only considered him in a romantic sense in passing, but figured I should give it a go so I would have a date. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense until I'd completely bought into the idea of us being together. I'd convinced myself that I was in love with him in about 7 seconds.
Our relationship stayed pretty much the same except for more flirty talk. The next day, which was two days before prom he told me during our mutual art class that he had might have to work on prom night and couldn't go. I told him it was ok and thought nothing of it except that it was unfortunate.
When my group arrived on our party bus (it was 2005 it was a new thing), we walked in with another group that had some of my friends in it as well. One of them hugged me and over her shoulder I saw him. He was there as my friend's date. I had to pretend like nothing was strange and told no one what happened because I felt mortified. Later in the night she ended up telling people how they'd gotten together. I did the math and he'd asked her the day before he'd asked me, but she had said she needed to think about it because someone else had asked her already. Then she told him the day before prom that she'd go with him and dumped the other guy. It seemed obvious that he'd asked me because he figured she was going with the other guy, then he lied about having work so he could go with her. What didn't make sense is that we were all friends and he knew I'd see him there.
When we were next in art class together neither one of us spoke whereas before we were always joking and being obnoxious together. After two days of silence I knew I didn't want to end the year that way. Instead of talking to him, I just moved across the room. Thankfully my art teacher knew I was a stone-cold weirdo and let me move my work station with the flimsy excuse that I wanted a less distracting environment when I really wanted to be far away from the lying liar. We never spoke again. I went on to do some deviant things that prom night.