I have a client in her seventies, a divorcee. I made the mistake of telling her that my father is nearly all Irish.
Oh, my gosh, she lit up. With a gleam in her eye, she said, "ohhh, does he have dark hair?"
"Ohhh, does he have blue eyes?"
Again I nodded, wincing.
"Oh," she said, clasping her hands together, nearly giddy, "That just makes my knees weak. I think it's just so handsome."
"Um. Yeah. I'm, um, sure my mom, um, thinks so, too."
Ugh, I think I need to go wash my eyes.