I know you want the full story, and it'll come. But right now, I don't even know where to start, so here's something to tide you over.
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Kylene. As she stood outside of the Bank of American Pavilion in Boston, she was cool, calm, collected. True, she was a little sweaty and damp due to the 100% humidity and sporadic sprinkle showers

coupled with tromping around Boston for the afternoon, but she was ready. She was going to make a good first impression. This is what she looked like:
Then, minutes later, the DASHING prince appeared. When cool calm collected Kylene spotted him, all dashing in his glasses like she always hoped he would be and wearing a light blue grown-up shirt (which IS Kylene's "power color", by the way) she was in love.

Ok, fine. So she was in love well before this happened, but this sealed the deal, ok?
So anyways, on with the story.
Kylene encounters this:
Oh sigh and swoon, swoon and sigh!!

What IS a girl to do? Dashing prince, you threw me off my guard!! I need a re-do!! I wasn't prepared for this!! CAN WE PAUSE MY LIFE FOR AN INSTANT, PLEASE??
So what's a girl to do? Nothing.

Just act stupid, not remember what you said, and step on his toe.
Yes, I stepped on his toe. His feet, by the by, are ENORMOUS. But they looked cute in sandals.
But instead of calm cool collected Kylene, he got THIS:
Goofy girl. (No offense, Goofy.) Yes, Goofy girl who smiled too wide and stepped on his toes.
Oh well. Guess my chance is up. But he sure looks good, doesn't he??
I don't think there were any hard feelings though, cause he said, "Nice to meet you, Kylene" in that Southern Drawl.
Nice to meet you too, Clay. Let's have a re-do sometime.