I guess I just got lucky. Uhm, we met in elementary school, in seventh grade we had the same class schedule and, uh, we just clicked, you know?... I think technically the "girl of my dreams" would probably have, like, a really bodacious rack, you know. Maybe different hair. Probably...you know, she'd probably be a little more into sports. But um, truthfully: Robyn's... Robyn's better than the girl of my dreams: she's real.
Really, I don't think I'll ever get tired of quoting 500 Days of Summer, oh no.