Lorelai was 32, you were 22, a 10 year age gap. There was no way that you could ever get her to like you back, or at least you thought.

You were driving home when you hit a pot hole (which Taylor refused to fix because it was 'historical') and your car practically fell apart. Great, it was pelting down raining and your car broke down. Luckily you were close to Lorelai's house.

You dashed out of your broken down car and ran down the street to Lorelai's place. By the time you reached her door you were completely soaked. Awesome.

You rushed up to her porch and quickly knocked on the door, shivering. It felt like an eternity before she finally opened the door, pizza slice in hand.