I gave her my heart. And she gave me a. Pen.

In Your Eyes just came on the radio, and much like every other girl born between 1973ish and 1978ish, I cannot hear that song without picturing Lloyd Dobbler outside of Diane Court's bedroom window with a boom box. It's hard to be my age and not have a soft spot for John Cusack, even if he does spend much of his free time trying to get female fans to have anal sex with him. To me, he will always be Lloyd Dobbler.

But here's the thing about Lloyd Dobbler. Had any of us teenage girls actually had a Lloyd Dobbler in our lives, we certainly would've stomped on his heart and run off with some asshole in a leather jacket. In fact, most of us did have them in our lives. And we just liked them, "as a friend." In fact, we may have even turned them into assholes in leather jackets, eventually.