I actually spotted Topanga in the grocery store a few months back. I was looking for something to cook for dinner and thought that fish would be nice, and as I approached the fish counter, there she was, right between the pollock and halibut. I was hesitant to approach at first, not believing my eyes that Topanga herself would be wandering my local Whole Foods, but I casually strolled by, feigning interest in the frozen shrimp to her left. Up close, her delicate, white skin and lack of fishy smell were enough to confirm that, yes, this was in fact the real Topanga, but my initial hesitation was quickly replaced by anxiety. What do I say? How do I approach her? Taking care to avoid a tragic misstep, I casually approached her, complimenting her slender physique and gorgeous, tight dress. She was coy at first, not speaking a word, but soon warmed up to me and agreed to accompany me for the remainder of my shopping trip. On our way out of the store, I nervously asked if she would like to join me at my home for dinner, and, much to my surprise, she agreed. Once home, I set the table, lit a few candles, and we enjoyed a romantic evening where I cooked and devoured her delicious, tender flesh. No pics, sorry.