I don't know if you've been mentioned in a prophecy with Voldemort lately, but you're definitely my chosen one.
My perfect date: I pick you up in my Hyundai Sonata. You get in, there are candles lit in the car. You say, isn't that dangerous? I say, yes, but I like danger. We go to your favorite restaurant and have a fantastic meal. We come outside to see my car is on fire. You go, Trevor, aren't you pissed; your car is on fire! I pull out a bag of marshmallows and say nah I knew this was going to happen. Then I kiss you in front of my burning car.