It took me exactly fifteen years to realize that no boy would ever love me the “right” way. I distinctly remember the night that this conclusion dawned on me. My older sister was sitting next to me on the couch talking to her boyfriend, while I watched Ally McBeal on TV. When Calista Flockhart finally gave into the extremely dashing, hilarious, and charming Robert Downey Jr., I knew no one would make me swoon like that. And to my fifteen year old brain that was just not fair. I immediately burst into tears and told my sister no one would ever love me because I was so average and would never evoke such strong feelings. No one would ever be crazy for me, and therefore I would never be crazy for anyone else.