 I have a story about a guy, type B guy, wanting to go on a date. So he shows up at the door on the first date and he says, look, what I'd like to do before we go out today is I'd like to get your financial statement. I'd like to get your medical records and maybe some referrals from the other men in your life you've had sex with. Then what I'm going to do is I'm going to take all that home and put it in a spreadsheet. That's the other thing. Type B's cannot live life without a spreadsheet. And I've got hundreds of them for everything in my life.