When I was a teen we lived in an apartment complex down in GA. There was a really cool older guy named Dennis who was pretty nice to us kids, and everyone liked him. He worked for the railroad.
For some reason, I liked the Chevrolet Monza from that period, and dreamed of buying one (I had just gotten my learners lic.) and there happened to be one down in the lower section of the complex. I’d stop and look at it from time to time. I just liked it. The car was owned by a girl who was probably in her lower 20s. A very pretty girl. Dennis and the girl wound up being a thing. She was head over heels for him.
One day, some of the other teen guys and I were hanging with Dennis, and I mentioned how pretty the girl was, and Dennis said “She’s nothing. I’ve got better looking ones in every town”.