Getting a compliment is always nice, though sometimes accepting one graciously is difficult. A recent example of this is when a drunk man on a Merseyside train approached me, stared at me and informed the other passengers, "she's dead pretty- like one of them pre-raphaelite girls!". The man was about 40 and wearing a lime-green hoodie. My first thought: 'does that mean he thinks I'm fat?'. What a bizarre compliment!
The ambiguous compliments did not stop there, however. The following day, while I was innocently sinking my teeth into a pack of five Babybel mini-cheeses on the bank of the river, watching the seagulls compete unashamedly for the crumbs of a packet of crisps belonging to a small child, an overconfident Liverpudlian businessman took it upon himself to pay me the following compliments: a) "I just have to say this, you've got really good legs" (1. Do you really have to say it? and 2. They do the job), and b) "You've got something of Doris Day about you, y'know?".
No, I didn't know. So added to my to-do agenda for this week were "a) Google Pre-rephaelite girls, and b) Google Doris Day".
Mission being now accomplished, I can say that I have no idea how to meet with these two rather unexpected addresses.
What I have done is put them in the context of other things/people to which/whom I have previously been likened (in no particular order):
1. The yellow thing from Pokemon
2. My friend's ex-girlfriend
3. A 15 year old girl who I sometimes teach
4. Kate Winslet (the current front-runner)
I conclude with this thought: why do we have some of the most interesting moments in life with complete strangers? Loves it.
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I must say, that's rather sophisticated compared to the average Merseyrail passenger...
that was what was so surprising...never judge a book by its cover!
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