You know, I'd run into a hot guy with perfect blue eyes and impeccably coiffed hair; I'd fall in love at first sight, and I'd procede to bump into him at the museum, the punk rock show, and at the beach (and of course he's got a body to die for). We'd have small talk and he'd be so witty and flirtacious. He's just about to tell me he loves me, but as it turns out, he's a millionaire-daredevil-prince-rockstar-artiste, and his family doesn't like me or somehow some wires cross or something. After moping around for a chorus of a sappy ballad, my friends come along and we have makeovers and go shopping and act like dorks around remarkably clean landmarks while listening to a pop-punk medley and then he comes along with an apology and a magical solution to all my problems and then we make out.
Man, that would rock.
