To win my heart, all you have to do is sing this song to me.
I wish I could have seen my expression when I read that. It was 2 am, and I had fallen asleep, drooling on the keyboard of my MacBook. I woke up to the dinging sound of my aim account, looked at the time, and shut off my computer. The next day, I opened my computer again, turning it on. I read. “Hi, Mark. Hello? Are you there? Oh. Whatever. Lalalalala. … … … … … MARK. SING ME A SONG. MARK! TO WIN MY HEART, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SING THIS SONG TO ME.”
I guess she knew I hated country music with a burning hellfire of passion.