With special feature Compliments make me Feel Good
Title self-explanatory. I’ve decided that the man that makes my falafel has the most beautiful smile in the world (you know those glorious smiles that sort of surround your face in a halo of light? The kind that just sort of happens and doesn’t ask anything in return? I could go on and on, but he has one of those) and I’d totally have his children. Also, the falafel are orgasmic, so I have a GOOD excuse to stare.
My friend Chelsea and I were sitting at a bus stop today because there were no other chairs available and we got into two of the most interesting situations ever.
First we ended up discussing acronyms very loudly in front of other people and she said she didn’t know what AT&T was and some other person nearby gave us a history lesson on the trans-Atlantic phone line.
Then someone cat-called at us as we walked by (‘Hey there ____’ it was some word for woman and it was somewhat flattering but it wasn’t ‘ladies’) and I replied with a ‘Hee~ey’ and I got a grin and a nod from them, though they also looked vaguely embarrassed. It was basically the best feeling ever, being considered appealing in some sense and I decided at the time that compliments should be tossed out whenever possible to make people feel insane and elated.
However, compliments thrown by me usually are inextricably bound up with potential creep-out factor paired with the consequent bludgeoning.
If I were slightly more androgynous it might work but at the moment I’d worry about things Spiraling Out Of Control.
We also saw a hobo pick through the trash can next to us and thought it was unpleasant.
