The best compliment I could give a man would be along the lines of “you’re so physically pleasing to my eye that if you came through my teller line at work to deposit a check I would look through all of your debit card purchases to see if there was anything interesting.”
When you think about it, that’s what I’m doing when I’m invading their privacy. I’m simply giving them a compliment. That they’ll never know about. And is possibly illegal.