Just stop. Yes, I know she is beautiful. I know it and she knows it. But just stop. I mean really, I am standing right next to her. Congratulations. You've been on tour in Europe, you ride a Harley, you probably make more money in a year than I will see in a lifetime. But seriously, we're not impressed. Stop reaching for her hand to kiss it, stop telling her that you have admired her for years, and no, she doesn't want to go to the Mariners game with you. So the next time you hit on her, not only will I say something, I will beat the living hell out of you.