Have you ever noticed the way you always fall in love with the wrong people. When your chatting with friends and they ask you what your dream guy is like and you reply that he is a little bookish, romantic, he bits you flowers and writes you poems, he's good-looking but not in an obvious way, he talks with you and isn't interested in only one thing, he doesn't look at other girls, he calls each night and you can talk for hours, he likes the same music, food and books. He is perfect. And all your friends are nodding, buyout of the corner of your eye the boy. He is a player, he is smokin hot, he doesn't read, doesn't write poems, can't talk for hours, doesn't believe in flowers, hates your music and is allergic to your favorite foods. And you hate how hopelessly in love you are with him.