enough of that romantic sentimental bullshit boyo...you trying to tell me you were walking along the street with her and not even occasionally glancing at the local French lasses...cos if you didn't well...sigh...even Brad wouldn't have missed a chance like that to ogle

what if i secretly like diminutive hirsute Irish boys?

(and the halfling shuddered...)

but i do recall strolling along le Champs in '83, eyes popping from sockets left and right. yeah, those French women....*sigh*...once you get past the warts and webbed feet, they're alright...