Am I blushing? Yeah, I'm probably blushing, but it's pretty easy when you have the world's nicest guy holding your hand and telling you, goofy, dorky, geeky, freakazoid you, that you're nicer than a painting. I set the guitar aside and lean over to give him a kiss and a smile. "Good because you are ten times better to look at than Mr. Tin-foil Hat on the TV."