Coincidence or Not? The last two girls I've gone out with share two similarities: both had French last names (Psycho Hose Beast = LaVoie, Q-Girl = Chappell) and both were exceedingly fat. I must make a note to red flag both of those things as dire warning signs. Note to self: at all costs, avoid obese girls with French-sounding family names.

On the other hand, the last two girls I really liked (I liked each of them far more than either girl I actually went out with) both had very British last names (Hell-ya = Hale, Lindsay = Shaw). Excellent. Mere coincidence, perhaps? Perhaps. But in the words of plain, simple Garak, "I believe in coincidence. Coincidences happen every day. But I don't trust coincidence."