You're trying to ascertain, in a cunning and indirect way, whether that beautiful girl has a boyfriend so that when it turns out she doesn't you can say "Well, I find that hard to believe" or something equally disgusting. And of course it turns out that she does have a boyfriend and that he earns lots of money, skis, cooks, plays sax in a jazz band, speaks Spanish (or is Spanish) and has directed five short films.
In the words of Barney Calhoun: "Let's get the hell outta here."
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