Yeah. I mostly know her through Blake, but we're still good friends and-
Alright, fine, you can marry my daughter!
Excuse me? No, you're misunderstanding-
Oh, don't think I don't know what's happening. You're a fun, attractive, blonde male with a nice tan and killer abs. I know how you're kind works. Sure, right now you're chasing after the broody, long haired brunette who always runs away from her team, but eventually you're going to realize you made a mistake and so you settle down with her short teammate in a hood who you fall for after she starts helping you raise the child. And then she'll die and you'll get a case of clinical depression and then both of your precious daughters will leave you and you live your life wondering what the hell went wrong and-
I'll do whatever you want just please stop crying.