"I'm not like that," Barbara says, shaking her head and pulling away from you when you try to kiss her. "I don't like girls. It's just the way I am."

You don't believe that. You don't want to call it off; Barbara doesn't want to call it love. She uses the excuse that she's just been experimenting with you, and that she's not into you like that. But you've been around long enough to know when someone's in denial.

She could make a new excuse, another stupid reason, as much as she'd like, but she'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling. Well, good luck to her.