QUOTE(slim @ Mar 24 2008, 12:07 PM)

That's such a poetic way of saying, "My loins have been cooped up all winter in these warm trousers... now that it's spring, they long to be free. Call me and I'll tell you all about it, maybe!"
I'm no Russian language guru, but on the first read-through it sounded to me like, "blah, blah, blah... we can talk if you call me, maybe" So, in other words, it was the girl playing the age old game. I really want to talk to you but you must call me and then only maybe can we talk about my burning loins.
You have such a magical way with words, Slim...
Z