One time I asked my then-95 year old grandfather how he ended up marrying my grandmother, and he told me, "Right after I met her, I started to make love to her a lot..."
Argh! My ears! My ears! But then, of course, he went on to tell me about how he made love to her...by bringing her flowers, holding her hand, taking her on walks. Ah, so "making love" had a very different connotation in his day, and in our modern era, he just was getting the lingo wrong. Well, living in France, I now have a lot of sympathy for how out-of-date he was. After over four years here, I still can't correctly "make love" the French way.