Lobbing softboi laser beams at some biddies. Said she was like an old song I heard one summer and never could figure out the words to... and her lips, like that melody just stayed stuck in my head. And that in every bar and the concession line at every concert, every holiday party and coffee shot, every boarding line...I was looking for someone like her. And then I realized how stupid it was to be looking for someone like someone who was always there. Offered to kill the spider in the bathroom, eat her out and then leave a pan of fresh blueberry muffins on the stove.