A Hypothetical Dance in Romance

David moaned to Mona-Lisa, "You never touch me anymore. It simply hurts me." Mona-Lisa stared at him with dangerous eyes. She had the look of hate. She had the look of love. However, she did not have the look of David. He was not someone she enjoyed. He was not good at truffle hunting like her other partner. Mathias was different from the rest. He had the nose of an Italian Water Dog. The lung capacity of a dolphin. But--and this is important--he did not assault people in that dolphin-way. He brought Mona-Lisa thousands of euros worth of truffles. Even Martha Stewart wanted to hang out with them. All of this made David a sad, sad man. He spent all of his time looking up the feet of dead celebrities and engaging in auto-erotic asphyxiation. And this was all because his love, Mona-Lisa, never wanted to touch him.