I always had a crush on Green when I was young. I just never thought Yellow could cut the mustard with her, so to speak. And Red, well, Red was always distracted by those advertising dollars he had coming his way.
I had an opportunity in my younger years to pass some time with Green. Innocent glances, meaningful looks whilst drinking kirschwasser... once, she carelessly dropped her handkerchief during the second act of Die Gotterdammerung and I ran to her box to return in.
One night, we gave into torrid passion, but alas, it led only to frustration. I rubbed all her most tender places, pounded her with abandon, kneaded and caressed, touched and tingled and yet, not a single reaction from her... and the moment passed and the relationship withered.
Only in my older years did I realize my mistake -so eloquently expressed by this picture above- I should have used my tongue and gone down on her!!!
After all, I should have known, Green melts in your mouth, not in your hands!