I guess I just got lucky. Hm, 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.