Why thank-you Kind Sir, and just for that, you get the mudcat snog of the day!(Thats a big, smoochy kiss in case the word isn't familiar to our colonial friends.)Nonetheless, I hanker after dark,,tall and mysterious something horrible, always want what you can't have, I suppose.There's something about a short blonde with an overdeveloped sense of the ridiculous that lacks gravitas.Does anyone look the way they feel they ought to or would like to?Is it a particularly female hang-up?