It's 1996, he just walked you home from that amazing Smashing Pumpkins concert. You wore your brothers Eraserheads t-shirt and your Levis 501's (you figured, he'd think you'd be a hip chick if you wore band merch). His breath smelled of Judge Spearmint chewing gum, he had the dreamiest eyes that looked like the eyes of Michelangelo’s David, and the haircut of pre-alcohol abuse-Nick Carter. You land on your bed and you ask yourself “Did John Hughes direct my life just for tonight?”

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