"...and more recently in the form of your email inbox. I've heard you bitching about all the 'junk mail' you get that I<em>know</em>is mostly love letters from star-crossed chickenshits." Her mirth faded. "Nah... you're too good for those guys. You deserve someone special... one who can see you for who you are. Someone who actually knows what it means to be a man, like..." A pause.