Dear Hypothetically in love Republican: Alas, I forcast doom in a joint ring venture. Sire, you ride an elephant and I a mere donkey. Sir, you offer me glitters but all that glitters is not gold. To reassure you, I've just had a pedicure and a manicure but my frail fingers can't bear the weight of multifaceted rocks. Yes, it's summer and I wear thonged sandals that show off my tanned toe cleavage/s! I don't wear toe rings sire, they give ugly tan lines. Plus nothing gives me more pleasure than digging my bare naked toes(devoid of any metal) into the therapeutic sand as I walk barefoot on the beach. The only rock that attract me is the Rock of Gibraltar from which I would gaze into the Mediterranean as I pen down a haiku or two. Yes, I can surely, be as moody as the capricious weather which forms there. For our rendezvous place, I'll meet you atop the stairway to heaven @ zero hour. And if you do acend the stairs wearing your Rayban, do have a rock climbing safety device attached to your behind. I fear the Rayban may be of blackbody radiation, thus rendering you comepletely blind. The last time I checked, George Bush is using the elusive bottle to capture WMD in Iraq! My patience reigns supreme, sire. Nevertheless, I am charmed! Your's sincerely (Re)publicly Democrat :)