That said, there's not a red-blooded boy in America who wouldn't flirt with Agent 99 if he got the chance.
She's the greatest and not at all self-important. Vy down-to-earth and, did I mention, CUTE.
She's was about 15 years older than me but that's well within marryin' age.;-)
I should have proposed on the spot.
Here's a related story, though not as cool as yours. It explores the mind of the American male.
So when I was just a youth, I was a Maryann guy. She was girl next door cute, cheerful, and built, or so I thought at the time. Those pigtails got me, and the legs were to die for. I didn't care about or understand Ginger.
But when I was grown to be a man, I understood. I became a Ginger man, and put away my childish yearnings for the Maryannn.
Any thoughts?