Ladies use to LOSE THEIR MINDS over Frank Sinatra back when Old Blue Eyes was a lithe young crooner. Swooning bobby-soxers did not concern themselves with invading his personal space, as you can see in this 1943 image. I can’t imagine interrupting a celebrity to ask for an autograph or a selfie; I find that incredibly tacky and self-serving. So the thought of planting a kiss on The Chairman of the Board, basically attacking his face, disturbs me.
Let him come to you.
I Don't Get It 
Cheeky in deed. Nicely played and bonus points for double meaning.
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My mother was in his fan club 🙂
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So neat!
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Yes, but she would have stayed out of his face 🙂
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Good manners.
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O indeed 🙂
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Doo be doo be doo.
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You have a lovely baritone.
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