Me: "How do I look?"
Geekman: "Pretty."
Me: "You weren't even looking!"
Geekman: "I've seen you before. I remember what you look like."
Sunday, July 30, 2006
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Me: "How do I look?"
Geekman: "Pretty."
Me: "You weren't even looking!"
Geekman: "I've seen you before. I remember what you look like."
9 Comments:
I thought it was a good answer, actually!
That's awesome. My boyfriend thinks the best way to cheer me up is to say, "I think you're pretty!" And it's usually an off-topic statement, but it always helps, for some reason.
the geekman, he is cute.
B*, I sometimes worry about us (women), that (at least some of) our happiness is tied to what other people think we look like.
But it's still fun to be complimented, whatever my beliefs about how it shouldn't matter!
Styley - yeah, I hear you... *sigh* My happiness is definitely boosted when a boy I care for is attracted to me. On the one hand, that makes sense, but on the other hand, is it too important to me? I don't know...
This just demonstrates what I always think about what people we love look like. That once we've known them for awhile and know them deeper than being able to recognize them on the street we don't really know what they look like anymore. hmmm, did that make any sense?
But yes, I'm there with B* and you too, I'm pretty sure I worry a bit too much about what other people think I look like... oy.
Aww. I think that's sweet. Not the "pretty" (which is nice, but not as adorable), but the "I remember what you look like".
That's so true, Turtlebella. I never thought about it that way before.
I can never remember what anyone looks like, anyway. At least, I have a very clear image in my mind, but it's never anything like the reality. And I only notice the discrepancies when people point them out to me.
E.g. I once described to a friend someone we were meeting in town as "short, blond and cute". Later he asked me if I was delusional. Apparently she is tall, brunette, and not very good looking. I think I was basing my mental image on what she had looked like when I first became friends with her (when we were 15) and hadn't noticed she had changed, even though I'd seen her regularly over the years.
I think there's a lot to be said for our loved ones giving us votes of confidence. I sorely miss living with a dear friend who would always loyally say things like, "*of course* you look lovely", or, "I'm sure it will taste great!", all the way down to, "I'm sure no-one will notice!", and, "It's only a *little bit* burnt!"
Talk to me! (You know you want to!)