One reading through the rest of an email a friend sent that pointed out some things that I was doing that were unreasonable. (Though I didn't agree with all of their points.)
The other the woman who might've been possibly bi, managed to point out that regardless of her possible orientation she's not romantically interested in me. I guess the worst part of that is I lose the vauge sense of hope that there was a chance that I'd met someone, and I get to return to my far more traditional sense of utter hopelessness.
(Which ties back into the email I had been reading, that my sense of of hopeless despair can make me a difficult person to be around).