You are quite the strapping young man, burger, and seemingly quite the lady-killer to boot.

I was sure we met at PBII, but maybe I was just too hammered to remember what you looked like.

I could have sworn you wore a goatee.

Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:"
"She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."