After Alan met my sister, he would frequently ask me, "How is the fair Renee doing?" I would always give him brief updates on her.  Once, when he asked, "And how is the fair Renee doing?" I replied, "Sorry to tell you, Alan, but she is now disfigured from an industrial accident." He quickly retorted with a grin, "Oh, that doesn't matter to me, I'm blind." And that, my friend, is Alan.