We have a tremendous dilemma.

One or more of the (forecast) models bring it on shore (along) the Georgia-South Carolina border with winds of, perhaps, 50 miles an hour.

Ich bin zu unerfahren, um Erfahrungen zu sammeln«, fasse ich mein Dilemma zusammen.

How else can I save myself from hormones on their last hoorah?

Sometimes I think that if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn. Not that I wouldn't love to have a final roll in the hay - I am a man yet, and something never die - but the thought of those sweet kernels bursting between my teeth sure sets my mouth to watering. It's fantasy, I know that. Neither will happen. I just like to weight the options, as though I were standing in front of Solomon: a final roll in the hay or an ear of corn. What a wonderful dilemma. Sometimes I substitute an apple for the corn.

We are faced with a real dilemma.