<human>: Well the fuck up actually is currently in its peak. Let me tell you how this story begins.

One week ago exactly, I met the love of my life. It was an amazing person in every aspect, the type that inspires you to actually want to become a better man. I was hosting her via couchsurfing, she was doing a road trip through the midwest and she stayed a couple of days with me. Everything was perfect as I said we hit it off pretty well, we had a few of those 'moments' but I didn't say or do anything cause it's wrong and awkward. 
Anyways, pretty bummed out when she left, she sent me a text message that she missed me and blablabla, back and forth and I thought she was driving back through the place I live again but she went back home. Long story short, I was drinking in Saint Patrick's day and I was encouraged by my stupid attachment to watching cheesy romantic comedies where they tell you to go do awkward stuff because it's romantic and that beats awkwardness.

Long story short, bought a plane ticket and landed there, surprised her, actually surprised her too much she got creeped out, she said that we had hit it off but that this was too bold and she was now uncomfortable  and now i'm writing this from a hotel in a town where a fashion week is being held and i have a flight back home booked until monday.

Can you give me a shortened version of the text?
<bot>: followed romantic advise by cheesy movies, drunk friends and flew across the country to make a fool of myself and apparently i'm a bit creepy.