You have forever messed up my dating life. No. Really. It's true.
Yeah--so I know that he has passed away and everything, but if I were to ever write him a letter, that is how I would start it.
And like I previously stated--it's true.
This week I spent a random night watching The Breakfast Club and that led to a random weekend of other 1980's classics that I have not seen in a minute. Sixteen Candles, Say Anything, Pretty in Pink. *Don't judge--I had a bit of free movie watching time this weekend while I set up the house for Halloween*
Anyway--after watching all of these movies, I was once again reminded that I am a true-hopeless-romantic and that the only person that I have to blame for this is John Hughes.
So to you Mr. Hughes, all I have to say is--bite me.
*and I may or may not have some Peter Gabriel playing on my Ipod as I write this*