My little buddy, Curly, was trotting about the grocery store today and noticed an ok looking guy going out of his way to stare at her. She said he'd walk past her, then he'd turn around and give her the once over. Clearly - he either thought she was a celebrity or just ridiculouslygoodlooking.
So after this little dance happened two or three times, Curly excused herself from her shopping companion, tapped ol gawky on the shoulder, handed him her business card and said, "Hi. It's really nice to meet you." Apparently - the look on his face was priceless.
That right there is called taking control of the situation.