I don't have a time machine, Harry, but the volvo's in the trading post and we're asking for about $3000 or some magic beans. Maybe they will help. That's very funny that Mel saw you though. Any questions she asks should now be met with the answer "A gentleman never tells". Or a punch in the face.

I still like my other theory though (why didn't you write about it Harry - did you think I was joking?) which is:
Hmm, this girl makes me happy, I like things that make me happy. If I find more girls on top of this one* I will be the happiest man alive!
Or something to that effect. It's true what they say about keeping all your eggs in one basket. You need a harem.

*not necessarily metaphorical.