Dana is a tease and a half but I put up with her anyway. Who else can torture me so effectively when I am trying to facilitate a meeting? If she weren't spoken for I would ride into court while she was delivering closing arguments, sweep her up onto my white horse, and carry her off into the velveteen night. Alas, she is spoken for by a perfectly decent human being and therefore I cannot even entertain thoughts of such ungentlemanlike behaviour, for I have been cursed with Southern gentleman heritage and must be content to look elsewhere for love in all the wrong places. But enough about me, the Don Quixote of the heart! Dana is a gem, a woman with depths as yet unfathomed, most certainly by me but perhaps by all. She has a gooey, slithering, slinking, coy, coquettish yet dignified, fleecy-corduroy coziness to her every move that defies not only gravity but description. She is more in her body than most I've met, she is generous of spirit, and she is a sucker for mangoes. Dana has a brain, and a good one at that, quick-witted and lurking behind a face which can convey so much in a glance or a look. "Dangerous D?" Only in a courtroom, perhaps, defending the rights of the downtrodden, the huddled masses. And speaking of huddled masses - you should see this woman do contact!! But I ramble...if you want to know more, just mango-dangle and hope she slinks your way, but beware - Dana is like water - the more you try to hold on, the more it flows away....not to mention the wetter your shoes get.