Holy Baloney Monsieur!!! Elvis Costello hun?and Notting Hill! "She" is like Julia Roberts character in the movie.The one that only exists in reel life.A Tinseltown phenomenon falling for an average Joe who owns a travel book outlet.Oh give me a break!Thanks for clarification hai ta;) To undo a damage already commited I have wrote a little poem about her. She Rocks ----------- S-Sun sets too early these days. H-Her absence detonates my craze. E-Entire world dances around her face R-Refuge I have found in her wilderness. O-One glimpse would suffice at this phase. C-Counting seconds have turned impatient. K-Keen eyes have lost their place. S-She rocks everywhere around my place. Like Shiv said:Does she exist?Yes she does in our romantic utopia hunting minds. In real life the grass always greener on the other side. And the best remedy is to plant a fake grass carpet in your frontyard.A golf fan by any chance re kya;)