Here's an amusing passage from my novel. This is the male character talking, Marshall Raker.

"I don’t why I let her talk me into taking to her that Kennedy museum, but like a fool I agreed to go there with her for our third interview. What is it with democrats, liberals and Kennedy? They worship the man like he’s a god, when in reality he was nothing but a good looking ineffectual president, who had a hell of a speech writer. It was those damned horses. She looked so helpless and dreamy looking at them. When a girl looks like that in front of a fellow, it makes you just melt something fierce deep inside."