Do you remember Leslie Mann's dress in this scene from Knocked Up?
My heart pounds when I see it. Now that it is spring, I yearn for it on a daily basis. YEARN. It will never be mine--oh no, too much time has passed, and despite being such a simple frock, I'm sure it was ridiculously expensive. But Leslie Mann's dress, know this: a part of my soul will forever be empty because I do not own you.
Have you ever felt this way about a piece of clothing? Shoes, maybe? Please tell me about it.
(For the record, I love Leslie Mann. I would designate her as my Free Pass Five Bonus Lesbian Pick, but eh, I need a woman with a little more meat on her bones. For additional background and some wisdom on Free Pass Five Bonus Lesbian Picks, please visit here and here.)