You know those stories where an adorably misunderstood clumsy girl needs a fake date to a wedding so she asks her brother's best friend and they accidentally fall in love? I wish that was the kind of life I lead, but it's not. I don't need a date to a wedding. I need a date to a funeral. Clumsy sometimes fits, but then, that's true for all of us, right? But adorable? No. Misunderstood? Nope again...