Who is Justin Bartha?

Still confused after yet another weekend at the same bar drooling over the same bartender guy. I'm stupid.
All the girls around me abondon me on the single train. Two losses over the past two weeks. I might be a bit desperate now, which leads to me falling so bad for the idea of him and me. That's how it is: I'm in love with the idea of us being together, not with the guy himself. It probably helps to actually know so little about him.
Last night nothing changed. Everything about him is just very vague. I actually apologized for my behaviour the week before. I always feel stupid, I'm never quite sure about the choices I make. I should just back off. I need to do so badly. But then again there is this very very very tiny spark of hope in the back of my head. Anna nourishes it. Could this be worth all the hummiliations I'm going through? I doubt it.
I'm tired. Since I have a crush on the staff there I'll always stay until they sweep us out. I was home at fuckin' 5am. Not worth it. So far. I just might have a depression. Who in their right mind should fall for the me I am these days?