me, lying face down on the ground, mumbling into the dirt: God, where is my Ideal Man and when can I date him?
me, lying face down on the ground: God, where is my Ideal Woman and when can I date her?
me, lying face down on the ground, mumbling into the dirt: God, where is my Ideal Man and when can I date him?
me, lying face down on the ground: God, where is my Ideal Woman and when can I date her?