Woman in elevator, Friday afternoon: "I love your hair! It's so pretty!"
Old guy in front of bodega, Saturday night: "Hello, pretty lady!"
Massage therapist, Sunday morning: "How can you not have a boyfriend? You're so pretty!"
You know, if they keep this up, I'm gonna start to believe it...
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Don't you just love it when that happens?? You ARE pretty! From what i can tell, anyway...
ReplyDeleteMy week: "You look real refreshed"-(Sarcasm laden) "Oh my God, are you okay?"-(genuine concern) "You're at least faking looking refreshed" -(attempt to butter me up - from my boss, who is the cause of my current disheveled state) "You look as HORRIBLE as you feel"-(me to myself in the mirror) "You look good"-(Boyfriend who probably just wanted some)
I told you you are pretty!
ReplyDeleteI guess stalkers' opinion don't count. :P
Hell...good English, Dalia!
ReplyDeleteYou are pretty. And witty. The "kind" part might need some work:-)
ReplyDeleteThen again, being too kind might get you shot dead in your neighborhood so don't work on that. I'd miss you, Pretty Lady.
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