My son, not him, my actual son believes in grand romantic gestures. He believes in the existence of one soul mate. And it's easy to look at a thirteen year old and say: "You don't know what you're talking about. You are wrong.". But I'm not so sure. I met my soul mate when I was fifteen years old, we went out for ice cream. After my dad started teasing me about my first date, the way dads do, and I told him: "Dad it's no big deal. I'm gonna be going out with a lot of different girls, on a lot of different dates.". And that is the first time that I ever lied to my father. I met my soul mate when I was fifteen years old and I've loved her every minute, every day since I first bought her that mint chocolate chip cone. I've loved her throught the birth of my three perfect children, I have loved her even when I hated her. Only married couples will understand that one. And I don't know if it's gonna work out, I don't know what's gonna happen. I'm sorry I can't give you that, but I can promise you this: I will never stop trying, because when you find the one, you never give up.