As we caressed each other, as we lost ourselves in passionate embraces, I shocked my young lover upon letting escape from my lips that almost comical question, “Want some pineapple?” And he looked at me with an air of disbelief, as if he were saying “Surely, you jest.” But I was not jesting, it was in earnest that I asked. To me, this questioned seemed quite normal, possessing none of that absurdity he seemed to imply that it contained by his facial expression, after all, did he not say to me, “Julien, do you not feel the wind in your eyebrows? It’s pleasantly marvelous my dear!” as we travelled up a picturesque road punctuated by twists and turns. No, I could not feel the wind in my eyebrows! I wanted pineapple!