I can imagine (and I have known any number of southern belles who would do this) Mr. Vincent Price coming into my life somehow and cajoling me and even at times bullying me into doing whatever he thought was best for me. It would be all very overwhelming and thoughtfully done, and ... whoosh! Off he'd go again. Leaving all kinds of improvements in his wake. Along with a fair amount of puzzlement and a soupcon of PVSD (Post Vincent Stress Disorder). In another universe, maybe that happened. The lads in this selection are worth a second glance, not to mention I hit the "stop" and found myself back at minute 0:30.