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I have been sitting on my hands for 3 days now and my fingers are beginning to get wrinkled. So.... in my never ending quest to understand human nature, I am posting this little story and asking for your reaction and feelings on the matter. I want to hear from both the men and the ladies on this.
Yesterday, I stopped in the nearby quickie mart for a bottle of milk. Got my stuff, proceeded to counter, and the clerk just takes one look at me and says, "Beautiful. Your hair is beautiful, your sunglasses are beautiful. Everything about you is just beautiful." Let me just say I'm in a crappy old pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The hair is a windblown mess. I'm no Pamela Anderson Lee strutting in there.
I'm thinking, "My change? Could you just fork over my change?", but politely saying "Thank you". As I exit the fine establishment, he's telling me to drive slowly and carefully, as I am too beautiful to risk losing. Needless to say I lay rubber in the parking lot.
Now I have never laid eyes on this human being before.
My questions are this: Ladies, how does this make you feel? Flattered? Happy? A little lift for the day? I'll tell you how it made me feel: uncomfortable.
Gentlemen: Why do representatives of your gender do this type of thing? It reminds me of one time I was dancing with a stranger who asked in a club. Three seconds later, he's touching my face!
Comments from any and all are welcome. I'm trying to figure out if I'm in the mainstream here or floating off in some eddy. No need to comment on the validity of the remarks. I've been looking at this face every day for a long, long time.
Yesterday, I stopped in the nearby quickie mart for a bottle of milk. Got my stuff, proceeded to counter, and the clerk just takes one look at me and says, "Beautiful. Your hair is beautiful, your sunglasses are beautiful. Everything about you is just beautiful." Let me just say I'm in a crappy old pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The hair is a windblown mess. I'm no Pamela Anderson Lee strutting in there.
I'm thinking, "My change? Could you just fork over my change?", but politely saying "Thank you". As I exit the fine establishment, he's telling me to drive slowly and carefully, as I am too beautiful to risk losing. Needless to say I lay rubber in the parking lot.
Now I have never laid eyes on this human being before.
My questions are this: Ladies, how does this make you feel? Flattered? Happy? A little lift for the day? I'll tell you how it made me feel: uncomfortable.
Gentlemen: Why do representatives of your gender do this type of thing? It reminds me of one time I was dancing with a stranger who asked in a club. Three seconds later, he's touching my face!
Comments from any and all are welcome. I'm trying to figure out if I'm in the mainstream here or floating off in some eddy. No need to comment on the validity of the remarks. I've been looking at this face every day for a long, long time.