Courtship in the south of France 35,000 years ago “was nasty,
brutish and short. The boys would go out in groups of three and
track an unsuspecting girl across the rolling Provençal
landscape; then, when she was happily playing with a couple of
old flints they would pounce. Chat up lines were rudimentary
(Him: “Nargo!” Her: “Hama!” Him: “Yeda!”) but effective. After a
while, however, the hunter got captured by the game: intrigued
by her matted hair and eyebrows, the butchest caveman got
quite affectionate, and even parted with a juicy hunk of
marrowbone.” The Guardian