Then we can talk about life.

Yesterday,

we spent a moment at church meeting new people

by talking about who our perfect fictional love interests 

would be.

I said Gilbert Blythe.

But today, I realized

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there's someone else.

Fyedka from Fiddler on the Roof.

Usually, I'm the first person to gag

during cheesy romantic parts of movies.

Just ask me how I feel about rose petals.

But even I have my moments.

Take a look at the first part of this.

Let's just ignore the whole bit where

he turns her away from her religion and family.

Otherwise, a Fyedka is perfect for me.

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Just before the clip starts,

he tells some buddies who are teasing her 

to leave her alone.

He's willing to fight for her,

as she would be for him.

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I've often noticed you at the bookseller's.

Not many girls in this village like to read.

He notices that she's smart and interesting.

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Would you like to borrow this book?

It's very good.

He's smart and interesting.

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Do you feel about me the way they feel about you?

I didn't think you would.

He helps her see when she's being dumb.

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Let me tell you about myself.

I'm a pleasant fellow,

charming, honest, ambitious, quite bright.

And very modest.

He's funny. 

See the way he waits for her to laugh?

He's got some pizzazz.

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And the kicker:

Go ahead.

Take the book.

And after you return it,

I'll ask you how you like it.

And we can talk about it for a while.

Then we can talk about life.

And how we feel about things.

That's all you need.