Supposedly Mlle. Theuriau is something like six feet three inches tall, or 3.815 hectares in that dumb French system of measurement. That would make this Gilardi character--what? Six foot seven? Two meters and counting?

A lucky, and very tall, sumbitch.

What a dorky weenie. He's probably standing on a box!

6 foot three? Throw some heels on and then I'm at the perfect height for looking at her, um, neck, yeah, neck that's it.

Funny. Your shout of Melissa reminded me of a great old French song by Jean Jacques Goldman, Melissa, with the beginning (thanks to the internet) going like this:

Mélissa, métisse d'Ibiza vit toujours dévêtue.
Dites jamais que je vous ai dit ça ou Mélissa me tue.

Translates to: Melissa, metisse (sort of a mix of two races) of Ibiza always lives unclothed. Never tell anyone that I said this or Melissa will kill me.

Great song about the beautiful and naked Melissa. Would make an excellent soundtrack to this entry.

Oops, maybe it was by Clerc. Sorry about that. Memory is a funny thing sometimes

You have competition:

http://fresh99.com/news-anchor-melissa-theuriau.htm

Random: "Melissa.....unclothed"

Thanks a lot. Powers of concentration.....gone.

So, we're even. That was exactly what happened to me when I made the association between that song and this post. I still haven't recovered!

To get up and work with Melissa every morning.....Lucky bastard.

Me jealous.....yep